TRUE LOVE

She sits on my lap
Her arms propped against my chest
Never looking at me
while I look at her

She doesn't like being too close for too long
and soon forgets the phantom of her fantasy,
which kept her content while upon me
and jumps to the floor
tail brushing against my leg in farewell

Now she can look at me
Perhaps she is hungry

Always specific in her laziness
discontent with any choice but hers

But only sometimes

At times she stands, yawns, stretches
and saunters closer to where I sit
and lies again
and makes me wonder

When i do not, she does for me


She often waits
just out of reach
to make me reach
or to be left alone (with me)
I do not know