bio

photo by rina rose

    Cat Angelique McIntire is an animal rescuer/advocate first, and a writer second. Her animal writings have been published in the Rat & Mouse Gazette, Rabbits USA Magazine, and in articles in the L.A. Times and the Daily Breeze. Her poetry will have its print debut in the Real Woman Anthology forthcoming from Zesty Publications. This is her first appearance in poeticdiversity. She co-hosts Poetry Stew, a monthly open reading with featured poets, with her obedient husband, David. She is enthralled by life. She welcomes gifts of Nightmare Before Christmas, My Pretty Pony (Pinky Pie only), and jewelry of any kind. She is in love with her husband, her dog children, Zoey and Moo, cavvies, Colombia and Magenta, and house rabbits, Monkey, Darwin, Nico and the Mighty Boosh.

Playing With Fire

melted wax flows with serpentine alacrity
over and through my fingers,
stippling the perfect porcelain of your double lusciousness.
scarlet edged droplets sing of scalding enticements
your head thrown back
knuckles clenching velvet leopard
gasps of startled pleasure teased from your lips
your damned lips
reflecting in the dwindling candlelight…

the burning spreads to areas untouched by wax
and i jump all my fences -
blame the vodka
blame the senses inflamed by flame
blame your sighs
blame your thighs
blame your half-lidded eyes
blame the scent of your hair
blame your milky, soft skin
blame the hour
blame your powers
blame the shape i was in
blame the lure of forbidden bliss
blame the pixie thief you awaken in me
blame it all for my theft of a kiss
and the rewriting of original sin

copyright 2012 Cat Angelique McIntire

The Lost Chord

inspired by a quote on music by keith richards

love is tyrannical
it is war torn and wanton and velvet and blue
love is royal, and base, and every flavor in between
it’s a young man’s game and an old woman’s legacy
it’s fractal and melding
love is sweet, sweet oil in your hard-grinding gears.

love has a monopoly on pathology
an ongoing affair with insanity
it’s a chrome spired mistress
and a sticky sweet slave
it cries like a baby abandoned on somebody’s porch.
it hums like a mighty machine.

love is incendiary
inflaming every damn cell to a thrumming ecstatic glow
it’s a melancholy romance,
high and lonesome,
love delivers.

love is a laugh out loud bitch
a foaming cold brew and a hot hot sting when you pee
love is a fist full of gold in a hive full of bees
flinch
sing
surrender
but if it’s right, don’t ever let go.

there is no “falling” in love
love chooses you and drags you in
love is magical
love is maniacal
“it’s an amalgamation, a mangling and a dangling and atangling thing.”
in love, there is no “properly.”
love is the lost chord.

copyright 2012 Cat Angelique McIntire