Our Cats Are Watching Us Make Love Again

Our cats are watching us make love again. Aphrodite and Eros are purring while licking our toes. Entwined, on top of the sheets, woven into a ball of legs and tongues and spit- I could consume you here, like an offering at the charnel grounds where you have been left for the birds to pick at your flesh. I bite your lip and draw blood. “Too rough” you whisper, calming my spirit, grinding out the rhythm on our drum covered in skin