lost tie
my little cat
handful of flour -
flame; one white spot
rests in road
the one that robbers me
my poor little cat
lost
in road of dream
purple green
white and flamy
in the road of hers
the glacial smile I kiss
and my body tightens horribly
when all of the sudden at night
I wish to rest and sleep
in wet grave
the tawny road
to fall asleep next to her
and her filmy feet
to leave, I can't
alone I cry
in stack, tasteful
stack of hay
perhaps it's hers
terrified shade
like foam she moans
over our heads
perhaps she sleeps
now instead of me
while her blossom fades
-my little cat