Dear Dreams
Dear Dreams,
I yearn for legs
restless and strong
and for one night
without the moon
crooning through my window
pane ajar and welcoming
My cat tightropes up my legs
revving her internal engine
kneading claws into skin
her pastel-colored fur
soft as Easter eggs on Sundy morning
cupped by small hands
of searching children
Please, Dreams
wait for me
as I feed my kitty kibble
and ease into new sleep
This poem is about:
Me