Bookmarks and sunlight for that level soul
soul for bankers, soul for thief’s
I need to be for epiphany
I read a page, I read two more, this is the love I’ve been waiting for
It turns me into a silky kitten
paws only restless against his fur
I finished the whole book, though he never knew
the story of us, quietly written through
he only patted me, did me good
I stored the book on our bookshelf, looking down in our library hall
this kitten has roots, bits, and parts
for him I told the story that whispered a tale so frail,
The love we wrote”
-Christina