Your cat on my lap, he's happy to nap
I scratch his back as I happily rap
I speak of the kitty
I say something witty
to someone I've come to because she's so pretty
I wonder just what makes her want to be sitting
next to me, giving
me company, list'ning
What must she want from me? Nothing
Just living amongst who she loves
What a wonder I'm winning
But what's that? I'm buzzed
off the scene that I'm dreaming
It must be I leave when I'm drunken on
love's lean against me, because I was just
in this loveseat, just me, now I'm seeing
a deep love amidst me;
it creeps up to kiss me
I leap up in bliss, she
gives me a grin 'cross my lips
and again, 'cross my eyelids pressed closed,
behind which I'm lost;
my mind's eye glossy and dim,
my head swimming.
Again, I come to
Just your kitty who's with me;
a friend always true
to remind me that your love may always be with me
it's whiskers against me
tick'ling me tender as my love for you
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Author:
b-LAH-que (
Offline) - Published: January 29th, 2019 02:24
- Comment from author about the poem: A short internal rhyme about a furry reminder of a loved one
- Category: Love
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Comments2
A fine write.
Thank you, very much appreciated.
LOVE THIS!!!!!
I'm glad to know, thank you!
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