Peel It                 Away

 

Peeler – how I love to touch you:

To hold you tight in my right hand,

My index finger snuggling soft

Into that smooth, thoughtful indent,

Ring and baby digits curling

Into the handle’s oval hole.

 

Peeler – you are my stainless steel

Rubber-legged cat.  From your hard head,

Your silver triangular head

With its elegant neck, its hole

Round as a mouth licking fur,

Your dainty ears spring.  Between ears

 

The sharp bite, the scratch, the quiet hiss

Cut straight across.  This is my thrust

As I dig in – firm; strong;

Glide gloriously down

A comical carrot,

Your feline claw scraping,

Teeth stripping – till

The victim lies

Bare,

Flayed

              Skin

                        Like

                                  Shreds

                                                 Of

                                                        Light.