Just a piece of while-washing-the-dishes-prose:
Just On The Tip Of My Tongue
Our cat is licking away the tears on my cheeks and cooing gently. Her private cooing. On a higher realm than purring.
You are there, too, somewhere close wondering – I guess – what more you can do other than kiss me and murmur something insane about love.
And then, whatever it was passes. I sense everything and everyone around me. In my mind, we purr with our cat. The sun is shining. This is what one must do. Get on with it.
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