a little romance with life

An act so natural For the little white furry being It could be mistaken for a yawn A nap, the sound of purring A violation so brutal Forging innocence in the guise Of her non-humanness A shameless creature Not seeking forgiveness She doesn't ask for approval Social sanction,a private room To stick her tongue down To the love button Licking not Just once or twice Looking Neither here or there Her legs stretched wide open One pointing to the dentist's office One to the exit door And her tongue Never stops moving. An act so natural It could be casually scribbled across Her time table An act barred from Even the realm of my mind.

Aakriti/Shape there is a shadow of a woman that I see sometimes walking in me step by step, all the way, everywhere she is the one who needs company 24/7, she doesn’t speak she likes to listen, she hides when they throw light on her she has the power to become invisible, she loves her home beneath the ground, she likes how she is so neat and defined in her shape, like warm walls to keep safe, and on the right day you can see the whole world moving outside of her she, like a figure that stands the same way every day staring at the same space, in a canvas mistaken for a cage. there is a reflection of a woman that I see sometimes staring back when I try to look at my face, she just blows me a flying kiss every morning and tells me I look pretty, she changes all the time, but she never lies; she is 25 one day with a cat in her arms and a bookshelf right behind, the next day she’s a grandmother with red hair and lots of tattoos; she challenges me from...