The Plainspoken Poem

purrs at the tip of her tongue
abides in conscious dismissal

retreats in mindful assent.
Poet, shed the hood of disguise

distill the soft inks of dissent
where the lush overlay of lace

appliqué reveals a warrior’s
glow, release the Leonian

grip, the cat’s stealthy hold
with claws at the tip of your
clear-sighted, plainspoken poem.