The Milk Dish

Crowded kittens 
Like a rowdy sheet
Spilled on a mattress
Around the ceramic

Or maybe aluminum
Commune conceding  

Pleased meows hula-hoop
Discourse and mood
Slink between slurping
An accidental choir

While rogue voice and tongue
Are hushed under current

And glances that escape
Two sets of effortless eyes
Which glint and take note
Compelled to continue

Affording recognition
Banded by diversity