how can you call it love?

how can you call it love?                       March 3, 2016
the minimalist dies miserly
while the hoarder lives generously

what must it feel to be a cat
in an empty house
where there is nowhere to hide
for a private snooze?

i would be anxious too
if i lived with you

but i live with me
comfortably

how can you call it love
that the kitty needs drugged
or he pulls out his fur?
love doesn’t kill the beloved

for he isn’t yours
and i am not yours
he is his and i am mine
and we are god’s

the mystic knows the lord
in company as well as solitude
it is the narcissist
looking for his own face
who must be alone
to have a relationship

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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