every night December 23, 2004
She throws herself down against me
like she owns me
Her fur pressed close to my back
Sleeping I feel her whiskers moving
Like so many eyelash kisses
Sounding, speaking, shining, burning…
She throws herself down against me
like she owns me
Her fur pressed close to my back
Sleeping I feel her whiskers moving
Like so many eyelash kisses
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