I want to lie on your lap like a cat

But what does that mean to you?

Nothing at all.

Nothing.

So what happens to the thoughts then?

The feelings?

Do they float fall to the earth like a feather?

Telltale signs of

To the ground where they sit untouched

Imagining it causes more discomfort than its worth

Dancing away from thoughts like

Fire that burns too damn hot

The sun is right there

Always that’s how

Always for you and me but not forever.

I wonder if the sun greets the sun’s we placed for him

Mourning doves cry

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