My Best Friend Joins Us
At the throat of the bedroom
she listens for moans, knocks lightly
if she hears none; my lover and I
search for tender parts to cover.
She peeks in and we make room
for her, cautious cat. She lies
next to me atop the bedspread.
My best friend joins us on Sunday
mornings with something childlike:
close on the towels during nap time,
supposed to be asleep. Giggling
and awake, we decide on pancakes.
