Adultery slips in
like a cat skulking
through a crack
in an open door,
its tail gently curving
around the slit
like a question mark
hanging dark and heavy.
It appears unannounced
seeking attention -
a cat that I do not wish
to touch or hold
(cats always go to those
that are allergic)
Still adultery slips in
like a cat demanding
to be petted
and stroked,
the question needing
to be answered
to complete the sentence
and close the door.