Vibrissae

Pluck at the strings called whiskers.
Feel the material that guides her
like a flickering lighthouse in the
corner of a sailor's eyes.

Play the whiskers like a harp.
Listen to the music they create.
Her soul is crying out in celebration.

Revel in their smoothness.
Laugh as they tickle your ankle
when she brushes her lithe body
against your naked legs.

See how the whiskers frame her face,
like jewelry that will never tarnish,
rays of sunlight to warm your hearth.