The house cat bites with love
The night, wandering and cold refracts
A blizzard-torn landscape from my window;
White lace or cotton pearls trace lines
From the heavens- falling apart nimbly
Like a child just shook a tree, and leaves
Spin down to the Earth.
I wonder, sometimes, what animals think of us-
Human beings constantly changing
Shapes, costumes, blankets;
Animals who's fur changes not with scene nor stage,
But with frequent, arbitrary inconsistency.
Blankets are cold, couches are hard, fire is dark.
A scent of your haze rises as smoke from
An embering flame into my nostrils, reminding me
Of the warmth you hold despite
Your chilled limbs. I wonder what the brain looks like,
Sometimes, as that warmth is pulled into view;
Current jumps and laughs at first taste
Of new chocolate or smell of perfume.
That warmth holds me. That warmth refreshes
My memory. It will be there in the morning only
As a substitute until I see you next.
A blizzard-torn landscape from my window;
White lace or cotton pearls trace lines
From the heavens- falling apart nimbly
Like a child just shook a tree, and leaves
Spin down to the Earth.
I wonder, sometimes, what animals think of us-
Human beings constantly changing
Shapes, costumes, blankets;
Animals who's fur changes not with scene nor stage,
But with frequent, arbitrary inconsistency.
Blankets are cold, couches are hard, fire is dark.
A scent of your haze rises as smoke from
An embering flame into my nostrils, reminding me
Of the warmth you hold despite
Your chilled limbs. I wonder what the brain looks like,
Sometimes, as that warmth is pulled into view;
Current jumps and laughs at first taste
Of new chocolate or smell of perfume.
That warmth holds me. That warmth refreshes
My memory. It will be there in the morning only
As a substitute until I see you next.