Gargoyles

THE WHITE CAT. HAIL, sweet my sister! hail, adulterous spouse, Gilded with passionate pomp, and gay with guilt: Rioting, rioting in the dreary house With blood and wine and roses splashed and spilt About thy dabbling feet, and aching jaws Whose tongue licks mine, twin asps like moons that curl, Red moons of blood! Whose catlike body claws, Like a white swan raping a jet-black girl, Mine, with hysteric laughter! O white cat! O windy star blown sideways up the sky! Twin cat, twin star, ’tis night; the owl and bat Hoot, scream; ’tis us they call—to love or die. Twin cat, our broomsticks wait: we'll fly afar! .We'll blaze about the unlighted sky, twin star! 13