From the Fishouse

You are catnip
to me. You are.
Just one whiff and I'm off-
kissinanahuggin
lickinanasuckin
all the hidden nooks
and crannies;
nuzzling all those places
only I ever get to smell and whose scent
makes me swoon and want to roll
around with you like bears in a meadow.

You are catnip
to me. You are
Just one kiss, like the first
kiss, like the last
kiss

and I'm off again-

like that first
night, like last
night, and the night before

and last Saturday afternoon
and still I want you again,
still I want you

more.

I burrow into your arms,
curl between shoulder and neck;
and purring, fall asleep
with a smile on my face
and your taste
on my lips.