I would curl at the feet of my love
like a cat,
Basked by the fire of him near,
Needing only the presence of him
To decree the bounds of my sphere.
I would lay at the feet of my love
like a cat,
Blessed when he bends to caress,
Singing my love on the heart-strings lyre,
Eye aglow, purring happiness.
(July 30,1948)
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