would you like a lullaby?

 
here, my hand
holding what?

there’s a secret on your nose

my sweet boy
I tell myself

do we fit inside a spoon?
room enough for another cat?

what words are sweet?
please, tell me some

problem with most sleepy songs
someone dies or looses an ear

in this story, well
no one dies

not yet anyway, not yet

meanwhile there’s your belly to rub
to whisper delicious curves
 
 
 
 

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