Art and Music Asleep

He lies stretched out, as stretched as white coast strands

On Caribbean beaches, but though stretched

He lies as calm as palm tree islands’ sands.

His calm is comfort, watercolor sketched

In softness, softer than an etching’s ground.

His stretching set him soft along the sheet

Where he in hairy hairiness is found

In slumber looking softly, softly neat.

At times he lies a curl of softest hair.

It rhymes, that hair, as soft and hard as males

Should be.  No hardness here, a lute-like air

He lies and soft as melodies as veils.

  He sleeps in bliss since wholly self-assured

    As if he never killed and always purred.