Through held breathing

the kitten/
cat slinks
in stealthmode
     amongst the outcropped clothes
and logged shoes;
she knows their place now,
                                         certainly,
though, through held breathing,
               inhales their journies.

I love you!

I love you,
          Your spying eyes licking my face,
          Your worried questions
                                         as to why I stare
                                         when you do not;
               I love your quick-to-rise smile,
                                                slowly lifting
                       those spying eyes.