R A Ruadh

My lina

You may laugh
I call her lina

Why not use the
Words we all do

The clinical vagina
Whose properties are
Known and measurable

Call it a cunt
Like men do
Hard small tight unattached
To be taken rent asunder

No

My lina is mine

Layered with intimate discovery
Subtle and tender
Deep with mystery she and I
(Legends even say she has teeth)

We must be wooed 
To be won

EVElution

So much knowledge
it’s heady and exhilarating
as she dances away
seeding ideas and change
in the wake of her
overflowing arms

Life and death suddenly
have deeper meaning
neither can exist
without the other
now that she knows
what lurks inside each fruit

They become her
a hundred breasts of
food flowing through
her belly to nurture
the earth and birth children
she is goddess and guardian

The jealous god disapproves
poisoning bark and root
he will punish her life force
the violence of manhood
hidden under skin and 
dying to the bone

For a brief moment
ecstasy was within reach
balance achieved
until hounded forever
pursued for existing
without permission

PsychodeliCat

the package mentions that silvervine  
is stronger than catnip

shopping bag still at the front door
he wildly claws his way in
while I desperately try to get the toy off the card
nearly losing a finger 
to his drug induced mania

he pounces wrestles scrambles
tears across the room and back again 
whipping the silvervine at me

next he frenzies around the house
under couch and table
over the bookshelves
sliding into chairs
ambushing me around corners

suddenly he slides to a halt
eyes wide and pupils impossibly large and dark
whiskers wide and fur undecided
he sits
sways to the left
tilts to the right
explodes with a frantic leap
into a box of recycled cardboard
landing belly up

panting

doesn’t seem to notice 
I am doubled over laughing at him
yup he’s stoned

a series of thumps from his bowl
as he frantically scarfs down food
in a classic case of munchies
followed by a truly spectacular barf 
across the entire hallway

he won’t look me in the eye
walks somewhat gingerly
at a slight slant
to the cat penthouse tower
where he hides in the lowest box
peering out at the world
with dreary suspicion

two weeks later
he approaches the silvervine again

carefully