Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Kissing My Elbows

With you sitting in my lap, watching my fingers speak sentences
Staring up into my eyes, I wonder what you see
You pose for me and I think you are beautiful
We sleep all day, you wedged in every new space my body bends
I tell you I love you and you purr and breathe heavy
Kissing my elbows and fingertips
I make a space for you and you destroy my game of solitaire
So I kiss you and your whiskers tickle my cheek
You investigate my room with curiousity and disregard
Making toys of my slips
Or you wait by my feet, content to be near me
and I to you

No comments:

Post a Comment