where your hand presses against your nose,
hiding the lips that part deliciously behind, I know;
and, oh,
turn those lovely glittering eyes
at me, glance sideways,
even, from their tilted corners
and brush my skin with their gaze
your chuckle longs to burst forth
to scatter its discordant beads
upon the cool marble floor.

i want to be a cat cat a cat your cat on your lap
now a cat cat on your lap now cat cat lap

i want to be a cat cat a cat your cat on your lap
now a purring cat cat on your lap now a cat cat lap

a cat cat a cat your cat on your lap

a cat cat your cat on your lap

a cat cat on your lap

your cat on your lap

your cat.