in the closet just
like crazy mickey....
with the four-leggers waiting for morning...
love 'em that much.... and more....
they stay...and shove a nose under your hand....some
more insistently than others...but they all do....and
it's a lot more than asking to be fed...a lot
more...
nothing secret about it.....no distance
....just love....and
more love...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem