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Wednesday, January 2, 2008
(Edited, yes again, January 19th. Your thoughts & comments, welcome as always.)
In the darkest hour, you cry out,
And continue this frantic
for the light through a dreamy
Relieved, we see our silent, squinting feline
blinking up at us,
we disturb the still,
smooth silk of his sleep.
To catch our breath, we shuffle
across cold kitchen tiles
and try to quietly laugh it off,
then scratch the fur between his ears
as we climb back into bed, curling back
around him like commas.
Your breaths deepen so quickly,
but I lay there
all night long,
eyes wide open to the ceiling
and arms crossed,
listening through the dark
for your heartbeat.