Island cats

No man is an island, 
No. But where I sleep is -
sacred;
I lie as Circe on green linen,
felines sphinx pose either side of me
their breathing a control of time 
allowing mine
to be cotton 
while clocks and expectations 
fall into the sea. 


LJ Ireton 2024


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