A poem to Mira :)
Dear cat friends and lovers
A poem to Mira.
Bermuda triangle emerged in my room
I was planning my passion mediated by the foxy hyperactive kid, and we set a date for our hug Mira and I placed my whine and gold on the table waiting for your arrival while a red carpet layed next to my appartement door ready to welcome your arrival . You walked in with grace showing me your splendid beauty and expressive face for the first time . You stated that you don't have much time and that you have a tight scedual. I handed you your wine and gold as a servant would to his eployer and asked you gently to give me a hug. I showed you by touching my self that i do need a gentle touch comming straight from yout intentional heart. I came closer to hug you, and then , something totally unexpected and surprising occured, you mooved your beautuful sensitive mouth gently along with your head towards my face slowly . My reaction was not planned and automatic for I was totally surprised, I shyed away with a blush and fear from your attempt to kiss me, undestanding that that was not a part of ny deal with the fox, understanding that I might emmotionally hurt you for I was not obliged and loyal to your life and asperations yet. understanding my red lines and your innocence , retreating from glory itself as an innocent child would, afraid of the concequences, afraid to dissapont your futre, underestimating my beauty and fearing my extreme pleasure. We huged and at the end of our hug I begged you to show some intentiinal touch and not die with your emotions in my hands, and you touched my hand warmly and gently with affection. I was healed fron guilt. You went back home. I gazed at that spot in my room where you wanted to kiss me, and something in the air and wind there was different and magical, there was a hole in space itself and the wind behaved with passion, the oxogyn itself was blushing and a new bermuda triangle emerged in that exact spot where you tried to kiss me, a spot so powerfull that airplaines would fall down like pray if they dared to pass through.
Best wishes
Fouad R. Suleiman