What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

Her Dream Was Incomplete

 

 

 

One more another he says,

‘I want…’

I know the rest,

I try to understand the meaning of what I hear,

It might mean the same eyes,

The same body,

The same hair,

It might mean the same smile,

It might mean the same air,

The way I breathe and I look,

The way I talk and keep silence,

But never  I  am the same,

I must be alloy and alliance,

They think I am liquid,

I am lucent and see-through,

They want somebody like me,

They don’t understand what they think,

They don’t understand what they speak,

My smile is avian flu,

They don’t understand what they want,

I hide me being angry,

They don’t have the slightest idea,

What they do want,

Simply they want me to be there,

They choose a book by its cover,

Or reading a couple of random dim lines,

Or the lines that are served by an author on purpose,

So they can be seduced,

When their hearts start to mime,

They pay for it quite decent money,

Sooner or later they understand,

The lines were for a special buyer,

The much promising lines and the book are two identically different things,

The lines are supposed to haunt,

I don’t know myself either,

In particular nothing,

I was not introduced,

‘I want somebody like you’,

Identical twins are two world and two planets,

Identical people don’t exist,

What If the lines that you marvel are the thoughts,

That are worth to be felt,

The rest lines are nothing special,

They don’t deserve to be read,

Look into my eyes,

Look at spacebars of my body,

Listen to my voice,

Hear my words,

They can be a sentence without parole,

They are often with pardon,

And sentences that make sense,

They are suggestions,

They are proposals,

The sense is my warmth and heat,

It’s my devouring fire,

It does not only keep me alive,

It ignites life in your head,

Isn’t it what you are seeking?

My fingers entwined with yours,

Then they glide along your surface,

Over your breath and tense muscles,

Somewhere on the neck they make a brief stop,

Slashingly they ask,

‘Do you still want somebody like me?’

You start ‘I want…’ and stop,

They leave you no choice, no doubt,

‘If you do, then let it be’.

 

 

 

P.S. Scary?  To death. Till death do us part.