By Richard King Perkins II*
The distance between us
is an arm’s length;
that which you call intimacy
but what I taste as a regression of infinities
as I’m pulled to the floor
where I suckle mouth-distorting pleasure
in the wrongness
of all that we’re doing.
If I was looking for a deadly kitten
without emotional ties and regard
then I found her
paddling in a bitter ocean, a wet desperation
fighting a war by proxy,
inexplicably purring for all of this and more.
*Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He is a three-time Pushcart nominee and a Best of the Net nominee whose work has appeared in more than a thousand publications. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL.