The kitten sits along the window sill
Wishing for warmer weather
The phony gloss of light
Shines its appeal above the clods out of my sight
I bother to reconcile your presence here nor there with out any attachment
To be non suffering in its absence and to be peaceful in its presence
Your safe in my shore and the contrast beat of my heart can weather the tides
Just like the moon has been doing for years
We bleed with happiness when our tears are no more and we can suffocate ourselves in the intoxification of our contact as close as can be with our skin untied all the way
