There is a ball of fur
upon my lap
that likes to purr

An explosion,
pulse quickened,
the adrenaline itch
threatened to stifle me

throat constricted,
mouth cotton dried
as I eyed the few I could see
in the front row

then the music
as familiar as my pillow
gave a beat and suggested melody
and as I sang I rose

I'd adhere
to all I touch. But I wouldn’t erase
the colors they wear

I'd shine them
up. So, black glows
as patent leather.
And red’s bright as
a cardinal’s feather.

Sometimes
a happy place
is a who...  
not a where

I expect nothing
until you promise me
everything

Even my smile is not

original;

it's fake !