Never Ordinary

  
Poetry of humanity,
Of desire and insanity,
Well then, shall we dance?

Oh, sire of my vanity.

But, I should tell you

I am no man; just a gentle cat,

Not stretched with worry nor woe.

When I’m sleeping of course.

Thinking about you all the time 

That you’re extraordinary,

Perhaps I’m not even missing you.

Though, at least not too terribly.

Except do not wish for me

To be with any another,

For love is empty.

Without each other.