Skintight seduction, black satin painted on flesh,
Mascara running with emotion.
What a bond we share, not love but pain.
Born without hope of sameness,
We struggle with our identities.
Each different, not quite fitting in,
We search for understanding.
We plunged into the depths of each others eyes,
and found our yearnings not exposed.
The passion of our sorrow at what can not be,
Swallowed our hearts devouring our dreams,
preventing us from experiencing the simple joys
of being normal.
We rule the night, but to what end?
Surely our demise can be the only outcome.
But until that time, we can share this bond.
Two lovers trapped by feline fates.
