A warm little loaf of cat on the small
of my back, slumber. Healing vibrations,
Contented purrs. I am far from sharp,
staccato claws' click on ceramic
Tile and the round meows which buldge
Like My English. Sometimes, Like People.
And I wish I could be like people.
That I would like people and in twin reflection
People would like me. I would like to
Hold and stroke people; I want to
Be held and stroked by people.
We could be wrapped together close-
Big blanket of humanity, be lost within
the pools of each other's eyes,
Float merciless in the universe,
But always touching and never far.
If I was like people. If you were like people.
But we are aliens asleep at the control panel
Of flashing lights, radar beeps, UFO,
Saucers in the sky, alone and questioning,
Swinging close to stars and sun, just
Stuff of rumors and whispers, never real.
No comments:
Post a Comment