Kit Kelen - my love a kind of creature

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my love a kind of creature

dangling with suspended eye

furry here and there

might have been a rock

but moves

must speak another language

comes of its own wilderness

and proves the eye

with seen

pet, prey and predator

you take a photograph

grows closer with a look

and when you look away

let the sunshine in with

lusted after and before as well

a creature kiss is me for you

like weather come home with

and holds and wants to touch

gender? look under?

or could be overlooked

ridiculous days together we spend

fallen hard for the facts

bounds after in an insect cloud

and in a heartbeat too

and new

this creature never was

as frequently the thing itself

so sad sometimes at going

loves me so so much

pure animal abstraction is

some days as if by my own skin, breath

not even first thing but fast asleep

and far away

come closer, come

enough of myself told