decisions

wrinkled skies and wrinkled
                            thoughts

will i let you scrape my skin
with your little claws

cat of a man

seagulls fill the sky
squeaking, screaming, piercing
the stone,
the marble,
and the mould

it's still winter

but when the snow melts,
                       all
will know
        who i've been sleeping with

paw in paw