Paper Is

Loyal
Silent
Like a waterfall pouring into a deep abyss
the words carefully crafted
dropping, dropping,
but never lost.

Pristine, untouched
embracing the good and the bad
the strong and the broken
indiscriminate
unmoving
a guardian of time and emotions
eternal.

Facepaint

The woman lifts her brush to my cheeks and
dabs three lines onto my face

Whiskers.

I imagine the pigment sinking into my pores
and speeding towards my heart.

My blood purrs.
It doesn't mean anything.