Be be

Waiting. Love is a shoe lace. Two strings tied in a bow. Seen as a knot. United—each goes their own way.

Fresh Bread

Smells so good

Wafting aroma in kitchen air

Mixed grains ground down to flour

Massaged, kneaded by bleach blonde

Pony tail filled with passion

Ready to spread jam or honey

Captivating charm on warm toast.

I’m a cat-person

You are a dog-person.

Can ever the two love one another?

Cat’s content to lie on sofa

Or shade, watch you sun bathe;

Stroke your skin with special cream.

When you call,

I come at your beckon.

Because I want to.

I want to come on command,

Like a dog, but I’m a cat-person,

And won’t come unless coaxed

With salmon caviar.

I’m a cat-person.

You’re a dog- person.

When we’re together my heart races,

As if I was being chased by a dog.

But know—you won’t come after me.

I’m a cat-person

You’re a dog-person.

When we’re together, it’s all or nothing.

If it’s nothing, then I’m the neutered dog,

Tethered to a leash, no leaping,

Running wild with hard on.

But if it’s all, then I’m your cat

And I’ll leap into your moon lit eyes,

And bring the beans down to glow

On our backs, lying as one;

Looking up at the solar eclipse.