Feline Intensity

She regards him
with a feline intensity
the pierce of question
disguised as bravado
fake it untill you make it
says the swish of the tail
the come hither
bait and switch love trap
that knows you want it
so she gives it
hoarding triumph
like a flag
raised
while gazing in the moist aftermath
her sleek eyes following sky-framed rooftops
that keep reaching.

Cats never look hurt:
just indignant.