of the same litter

the bed is falling apart, imagining little red bloodstains appearing on the sheets that refuse to stay on, pretending to mold the mattress. your heels kick back at me, striking my shin a couple times in between the scratches from the bottom of the door. each scrape at the wood reminds me of the parts of you that have already been splinted off, chipped away, laying now on the carpet kicked around and taken from a place of comfort, an old record you keep close to your ear that brings you back to a place, breaking your heart again. i lay awake mesmerized by each dig as if into your hardened skin, orchestrating the rise and fall of your body.
the brightening of the sky discharges a howl in between the two houses. spitting high along the attics, the wind changes the room into a tomb. the door latched shut by a silvery pick, opening and closing with a squeak, each time blending with the voice of the moaning cat. i toss and sigh, aching for attention. you wake up with concerned sleep settled in your eyes. our mouths collide with precision while the tops of the cars are brushed naked with a soft, blowing voice. the snow glides through the air, white and cold, before evaporating with the wind. our bodies turn one color, sinking into each other like a technicolor vice binding two swaying moods on a ring.
then a cat in your litter starts calling your name in a way i cannot be familiar with, a calming voice that sounds to you as warm as your touch to me. almost as if speaking a secretly learned language. catching eyes with him in the crack of light in the wood brings me back, opening and closing with a diligent push like deep breaths. the slit i fall into, immersed with knowing how you feel when no one's around, the things you say. the cat swipes your phone across the floor, scrambling words you've said and meant. 
you pick up the phone and leave the room with wet eyes, living happily within love, letting in the cat. slowly and methodically marching in a familiar yard, he passes over the carpet he used to piss on. the smell remains the same until he leaps to the bed, finding me in a dark-eyed daze sitting in my own allure, feeling alone at the moment. he looks me in the face, pierced his claw through my purple ankle then stuck his tail in the air without swaying it much. you lift him from the bed, quietly reentering the room with a blurry smile. 
"i see you two have meet." i look up at you without lifting my neck, a thankful look on my face. after you curl up with me we will fall asleep, passing different people in our dreams, bringing animals out of assumption into daunting scenes in the film strip in our brains. pausing on the heightened instances of passion, a feeling that cannot last. i wipe the cat hair from the pillow in a hypnotic trance, forgetting about our love and letting my darkened mind have yours, a new scratching at the door.