Locked-legs.

Smooth to the touch, intertwined,

In the most innocent of ways.

Strong against frail

Breaking pale against pale

Meows of week-old kittens that paint a smile upon our faces

Serotonin overload, charisma can’t hide

Charisma won’t try.

Seeds leap over backwards for a word in edgewise

Attempting to control this spillway, it cannot be safe

For a cat like me

In a city of your pace.