Breakfast Cat

She was a nightcap poem queen
Fighting furious
Fancily through an alluring alliteration
Ghostly smile her silent steps
Leaving scents and musk upon the sheets

The joyful rebellion, if we could only live for today
Willfully floating, our limbs intertwine where we lay
Arise from the ashes, our new lives spring from decay

Tasted tongue in thrones of the blinding bellows
before she burst
Lick lips within the blanket of darkness
Burning shapes illuminate,
her fingers curve down contoured perfection

Euphoric resistance, if we could only live for today
Soaring sensation, our limbs intertwine where we lay
Arise from the ashes, our new lives spring from decay

Our revolution is love...
(there is no revolution, if you can't save yourself)

Like morning peace...
And we will dance arm in arm
amidst the crumbles of failed empires
and tired ideals, long dead from neglect
they will serve as our stage and solid foundation