My Candaddy understands me as much as awareness allows while thoughts prowl dreamtime until sensational stretching measures belly on nil.
Now food time slips away as paw prints of rhythm, in my secret wanderings till dawn.
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Auto Paw is late tonight. Her roaming circles are more advanced than mine. She’s younger and takes chances. I’m worried, it’s the weekend, the streets are busy!
My thoughts are heavy with unease in my wandering.
I skulk with longing in eyes, labour in safe mode until red lining beyond diaphanous wings of flight in dreams.
I’m so primitive in this hyper-state. Her acumen gigs far beyond those moments that count when eyes meet. The difference I except, truth of the heart and beyond.
Clinging to her last glance. The difference between dreams and their outcome
dance to rolling dice and a chance with no answer, but ‘if.’
I'm falling
Each breath a twin of hers.
The sun falls beyond darkening.
In reaching winters window I see through to warm.
My lying eyes?
so cold against visions promise.
Nearly sunrise,
Screaming winter clouds measure my bodies despair
till the earth warming from nights
piercing kiss.
My cold world!
Your breath born words kiss through my hearts radar.
I’ll love you beyond the touch of dreams sunrise.
I’ve never walked in summers field with you,
Touched shadows chorus to color through your warm hair,
Returned silent eye words, smiles moment to destiny.
Our hearts are beyond,
spirits in cathedrals of joy.
© 2008 Cuffycat
Auto Paw is late tonight. Her roaming circles are more advanced than mine. She’s younger and takes chances. I’m worried, it’s the weekend, the streets are busy!
My thoughts are heavy with unease in my wandering.
I skulk with longing in eyes, labour in safe mode until red lining beyond diaphanous wings of flight in dreams.
I see her; she’s cool, not fussed at my warp speed entrance into her space. I have more fleas; she hears my kick-start fury, while pupils with vertical kisses seek answers elsewhere.
I’m so primitive in this hyper-state. Her acumen gigs far beyond those moments that count when eyes meet. The difference I except, truth of the heart and beyond.
Clinging to her last glance. The difference between dreams and their outcome
dance to rolling dice and a chance with no answer, but ‘if.’
I'm falling
Each breath a twin of hers.
The sun falls beyond darkening.
In reaching winters window I see through to warm.
My lying eyes?
so cold against visions promise.
Nearly sunrise,
Screaming winter clouds measure my bodies despair
till the earth warming from nights
piercing kiss.
My cold world!
Your breath born words kiss through my hearts radar.
I’ll love you beyond the touch of dreams sunrise.
I’ve never walked in summers field with you,
Touched shadows chorus to color through your warm hair,
Returned silent eye words, smiles moment to destiny.
Our hearts are beyond,
spirits in cathedrals of joy.
© 2008 Cuffycat
1 comment:
hi tim,
i have always loved your writings. cool, you have a blog...for cuffy kittie no less! did you get the link i sent you from YOUTube? it was a video of 'feist' singing '1,2,3,4,' i just discovered her and think she's fabulous.
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