You say that I don’t know you
I laugh
Each peal of laughter is louder than the other
From the tips of your fingers
Stretched above your head
I know the north, south, east and west of you
All the way down to your toes
The path that I follow
Lets me leisurely glide along the straight aways
To pause at the nooks and curves and crannies
Nothing is by passed or forgotten
You writhe and gasp
How well do I know you
Very well
Because you purr