Yes, for tonight
I am a jazz cat.
Nothing complements this jam
better than the snap
of my fingers,
resting on top
of each beat.
My skin feels cold.
Is that your precious voice
that is giving me chills?
Or is this how it feels,
being happy
to an infinite extent?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pretty good beat you have going here.......nice read...