Black Poetry : Sandpaper Kisses

[Joyce]

Sandpaper Kisses


He lived in a little
Wooden house with
Nary a little mouse.
Cissy was his reward
In things adored.

She even caused his anger
To be dismissed,
In the gentleness of
Her sandpaper kiss.

And then there's the little one,
Who lives down the street.
Their little kerosene heater,
Provides very little heat.

But Harry is a big warm furry bliss,
When he curls up beside,
He gives a sandpaper kiss.

There are few things in the world,
More sincere than this,
The warm dewy feel of
A sandpaper kiss.

Cats give hope for the truth
Of many wishes,
When they give us those gentle
Sandpaper kisses.


Copyright © 2000 by Poet & Author, Joyce Rogers

 

[alyce]

ooh Joyce

you've given me such a new appreciation for my children's cats, Panda and Felix....when they show me love. From now on I'll smile when I feel the kneading of their padded paws, and their 'sandpaper' kisses on my skin.

Thanks for this one Joyce! I enjoyed the read!

a

 

[$$RICH$$]

SWEET TOUCH

NICE SMOOTH FLOW IN EVER SCRIPT
I HONOR U

 

[Heartbeat]

Not a great cat lover, but this is good stuff. Thanks.

BE

 

[Joyce]

Realizing that this may be an odd place for a cat poem, I step out on faith. Glad yall enjoyed.