by Lívia Kovács

A faint scratch over here,
and I jump already,
trained by the wear of years,
to serve her eagerly.

No matter how hard I try,
I fail to defy thou:
There's a wonder in thy cry,
that forces me to you.

Electricity ensparks from thee,
from the depth of a chest,
And I force myself to believe
it is no jest.

Music dances around you,
like a heart to hark,
and before I could realize
it reached my heart.

I hope there is something
under your beauty,
that justifies me wanting
you to be reality.

You just have to be real,
must be a lost being,
one that carries my seal
bound without breaking.

I decided so many times,
that a gaze so daring,
just could not be unwise,
be it hate or caring.

I know that deep inside
such a magnificence,
your soul is crystal white,
without pestilence.

But I wish there was a way
to make you learn,
that you hunting mock prey
is averting my concern.

Paralyzed by your sight,
I cannot concentrate,
though I know your sigh
covers a will supreme.

These were my thoughts
when I let you in,
And my yearning love for you
covered your sly grin.

Dedicated to my beautiful muse, my faithful Siamese cat.

(2008)