Damn, it's cold.
I walk quickly
Though I'm loathe to arrive.
Snow? Oh...no.
This was stupid.
But necessary.
Necessarily stupid.
My laugh is hollow
In the darkness.
Damn, it's icy, too.
I slip and cut my hand.
Blood wells.
A welcome distraction.
VII - Kitten Purred. by claytonwoolery, literature
Literature
VII - Kitten Purred.
hush, now,
'god' is a word
used for guitar fingers burred
and the painter's vision blurred.
our quiet love of the absurd
sleeps in windowsills, self-assured
now. did. you. want. to. learn?
'god' is just a word
for a question twice deferred
or a poem kept inside, never heard.
hush, now,
hear the flight of the bird--
it sounds like your kitten purred.
I would die for you.
And Baby, your head:
It's aching,
There's no more faking,
And I'm done taking.
It's my turn to give.
And Baby, your shoulders:
They're slumped far down,
They're waiting for hope to come right around,
They're waiting for:
Some solid ground.
It's your turn to live.
And Baby, your knees:
They're knelt on the floor
Pleading to go,
Pleading to soar,
Pleading to get up and walk out the door.
It's my turn to hug.
And Baby, your toes:
They're calloused and dry,
They're lost in your journey
Of wondering whys
Lost in your chorus
Of heart warming cries.
It's your turn to tug.
And Baby, your head:
It's falli