“To a Lover. …of the Feline Sort. …and the long-deceased German romantic sort, too”

“It came upon me on stroking my cat —

Herself a chance stray —

What I wanted to hear was “This Is The Place” —

My then-girlfriend nodded.

So did the security guard.

What I didn’t know until much later,

Later ever than sister, woman or man

Or cat.

Could ever know is that her fur,

Those words, that friendship, that idea,

Encapsulated so tightly within a simple glance,

A lover’s glance or a rival’s kiss.

II:

Or it is it really the awful truth?

Do we not dwell in phantasmagoric fiction of Paradise?

What world do we fucking assholes live in?

I want my love and my cat,

My books, my Beethoven,

Shut the door and pretend the world

DOESN’T EXIST.

Then we’re okay.

III:

So do we all.

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~ by Benji on 8 November 2014.

One Response to ““To a Lover. …of the Feline Sort. …and the long-deceased German romantic sort, too””

  1. Beautiful, Benji. Responding late but I missed it the first time. I like to shut that door, too – but don’t own a cat. 🙂

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