a purr son

carry me in your pocket
as a silent guest, as a visitor, as an observer
let me rise with your chest over and over
count your inhales when talking,

when you open your eyes after a longer dream
i will see all you’re seeing
the white vasts of the ceiling
welcoming you into daylight, opening all the shutters you’ve been so eagerly locking in

walk me through halls of your tacky untidy flat
clogging my nostrils with dust
- nevermind. hiding a tiny sneeze in my tiny hand
you won’t notice
i will adjust

to the way you walk. take meout to the street:
the littlest thing on your shoulder. ball of fur,  pocket-cat.
will swallow my meows just to feel your heat,
(when you’re speeding up on the crossroad)
don’t look back, only forward
run and sweat

make chills run through my body during your late-night smoke
let me freese, i won’t talk
even then.
and after your bedsheet is finally greeting your skin again
i will crawl out, exhausted
after emotional roller coaster of knowing you - head to toes
please accept me - naked and fragile, with all of my sins and flaws

my lips slowly parting. voice trembling as i get courage to speak
please, only listen