Enamoured, we are gross
For the taking. A passerby,
A plaintive cry, a gasp and
Then a moan; we yield to each
Endeavour in the sunshine
Or the snow. Feet hammer,
Demure, a lusting for air;
To see a dull, wet moon.
The tremors punctuate
Thick clouds that pucker
Outwardly and swoon.
When the cats come out.