today
part of me brushed
cat-like against you
batting a teaspoon, grazing
your shins, my whole body
a question mark:
(where did you
come from? how have
you been?)
as always, you crossed
the room to let
me out, and let me in
instead
today
part of me brushed
cat-like against you
batting a teaspoon, grazing
your shins, my whole body
a question mark:
(where did you
come from? how have
you been?)
as always, you crossed
the room to let
me out, and let me in
instead
So…I’m just going to start tweeting everything over here:)
Thank you so much!
I like the way this starts gently and the misty sense I get when reading this poem…quite magical.
this is beautiful, and it is the way…open the door and we have created a path..in or out..the flow… xxx
Exactly. And all paths have their merit.