Kitty's Shorts, Poems & Literary Explorations
She keeps having that dream,
it’s a fire, flames, warming anything
She keeps and kept pursuing it,
even when already living it,
even when being it
She knows it is not normal
She knows it’s repetitive
boring, unreasonable maybe.
She keeps pursuing it
it’s still the most beautiful thing
the worthiest
She doesn’t resist it, not opposing to it.
Dancing, dreaming, thanking,
jumping, falling into it
Believing
She won’t stop loving.
She won’t stop needing it.
She won’t stop being proud of loving.
She won’t stop being a mess of dances when she’s in bliss.
She won’t stop saying what she needs saying.
She won’t stop speaking the things she believes in it.
She’ll always do that, because it is she.
She’ll always be open, her flaws on the table, totally herself.
She’ll eventually get better though, day by day.
She hopes so.
She’ll always have her own opinions, respecting the one of others.
She’ll always live believing in clarity as a lighthouse and guide.
Multiply this by thousands and stretch it to infinity,
Then you get how mercilessly naked She is
with the One holding the key of her heart
and how she thinks it has to be.
If life needs to lash her for that,
that’s a fine price for her to pay.
Life needs doing what life needs doing.
She’ll be doing what she was born to do,
She’ll be always how she is,
Being what she is, be it beauty or shame.
She can’t be any way else.
She is female energy and dragon spirit
She is submissive
She feels like a Queen gifting devotion her One
Her Love and time is a gift.
She is Her Kitty
She feels She does love like no other
because for good or for bad
She loves her way,
completely.
Missing someone is not complaining about her impossibility to be with us.
– It rather is a gift, a love gesture, a thank You,
our homage to what that person means to us.
Even silence carries your name
glowing in the dark
over my grey blue and red dreams.
I watch, I always do it, I’ll always do it. I care, I worry, I smile.
I promised to do it, and I will always do it. I did it because it is joy, it is something I wish, and also because I thought I could bring something I could be goodness. When we make those promises we do have those thoughts too, the bold feel that we can be something good for the other, as She is for us.
I promise I’ll be there, and I am, not for one day, not just in good times.
It is not a nice dress that I hide when the storm comes, to put it in the cabinet, and take it out again when the sun shines. The blanket of love is always there. That’s what love is, what a bonding promise is about.
It is not something to be ashamed when a stain of mud is thrown on it, it is not something I retract and give, it is not carrot and stick, I do not want people to think my Beloved deserves less than the best, no matter of the season.
I watch, care, worry, and smile when a smile illuminate Her face. Truth be told, I would like to be the spark of those smiles, yes, and indirectly I’d love to be the spark of any of Her smiles. Each and any, and this is bad, but it is good. Because if You Love it it natural to wish the joy, and to wish to bring it. It is natural to wish to share it, and hope it will inspire smiles and good bonds to others too. This is it, for me. Simply.
I promise, and I am presence, in joy and moods, bad moons and good moons, I am presence and I will be always there, watching with Love, giving love, silent if needed. Accepting and sometimes battling, under the dome of an Oath, that is foreverness, and in a non-stop continuum.
In a perfect world in a flower field I would be
I’d be laying there, I’d be having a picnic,
or be watching the sunset, I’d be smiling no stop,
I’d speak giggle and chat, talking my thoughts: this and that,
Speaking North and then South with no beginning and end,
imperfectly perfect: like the flow of the time.
In a perfect world never struggling I’d be.
In a perfect world I’d be me like I am,
and my lips would taste of wine, cherries, books,
and poems, stories and kisses,
all the time.
In a perfect world maybe I’d be perfect like that,
but more likely I’d never understand
what a perfect moment truly is.
In that perfect world I am not,
but I can imagine it, all of it.
I can dream and can share it. I can dream I can reach it.
I can feel my heart wanting it, and to perfectly aim.
In a perfect world, I’d not be here writing this, as I do.
Writing about the mistakes I do, about believing in what I do.
With all the love I feel in me and around.
And what a miss it would be.
In whatever world, perfect or imperfect I am here,
writing about how not an instant should be wasted,
because it’s a crime to live even a single breath
without smelling all the flavours it does bring.
Far from perfect I am.
I am a woman of many wrongs and some rights, as anyone is,
I do feel though, and there is no feeling like that.
I do feel the world, open and fresh,
fresh as a merry go round, as a barefoot run on the grass,
kissed by the sun and the breeze.
In this personal perfect I feel the scent of the flowers,
I do giggle and stop, relishing the pounding heart I’ve been gifted
I do breath, I explode and I do smile my own smiles.
Not caring about perfect, because perfect is now
Variegated like April’s blue sky painted with white clouds
You have the beauty and the changeability of the wind,
messing the hair and clothes and tickling into new scents.
With You nothing is predictable.
It all needs loved as it is, loved as You are.
It all deserves loved blindly, totally, freshly.
The reward is Your deepest,
it wants not asked, expected, pretended,
when sincerely not pretended, then it comes.
Flooding, powerful, unstoppable, loving: You
Mine, Yes.
Mine: when She says it.
Mine: when She thinks it.
Mine: I love when She stares at me and say it, Her eyes flaming on mines and needing me staring back, or when i kneel and look up at Her, straight in Her eyes, Blue flames igniting my Green, and feeling those words penetrating me.
I like how She stares … and it grows inside Her. Sometimes that word grows like a monster. Like a need, like a violent and most tender storm. I like how She never says it to anyone, it ties me to Her in foreverness. I’d die in seeing Her possessiveness on someone else: i shouldn’t but it would silently kill me. i am absolute. I go silently furious when someone else dares to say it to me, it is one of the rare times when i give glances of fire, that person won’t have a word back from me. I cannot be anyone else’s. I am Her “mine”. If someone thinks like that, it hurts. I live for that MINE to grow inside Her, slowly, to the point of coming out … and be told to me, I earned it, so .. NO, it can’t be told to me by anyone, not like that.
I like how MINE grows inside her and then it is said to me, when it happens i feel it, i feel that sensation growing, it is my gift. It is a monster of need, of possessiveness, of caring and one of the highest expressions of love for us. Nothing compares to it for Her, nothing compares to it for me. HERS, Her Wish.
I like: “You are Mine“
I like: ‘How is My Kitty today?”
I like: “how is my good girl ? ” – and she knows it ignites fire in me, flames i have to control, and she does not abuse of it, i have to earn it.
I like all the variants, in words, in actions, in re-actions.
I like it. Her “Mine“, is something only “mine”.
I am possessive of Her “Mine“.
I like to make it grow, i need teasing it, and She needs me teasing it and desiring it. i make love to this monster growing in Her, wanting almost to rip me apart, strip me and shake me till she is placated and the monster loves me, cares me, wraps me.
Her calling me “Mine” it’s something ‘mine’ – it is my treasure
Oh Yes, please, tie me, so that You will witness how all day I long to stretch my hand to offer Thee myself.
Tie me, do it, do it, do it, do that as a proof of my trust in You doing to me whatever You wish and our wishes and dreams do feed each other.
Offered, One with you, Relying.
Do it, and when You will, You will sense in every cell, on your skin, how I do ache when we are not connected and how my love pulls you to return to me. Yours, fierce, desirous, free within our knots.
Tie me with your love, Your care, the power that binds us.
And if You will decide to tie me wordlessly, You will know me there. My eyes will speak and you will smile. Do it and I will make You feel the Goddess in my mortal life. Do it and my love, lust, and sacred desire will pull You, making You feel like hurrying to Your Kitty to find her melting in lustrous desire and immense true living passion.
Tie-me-not, because I am tied to You already and forever.
Tie-me-yes, though please, feel me!
Let o/Our love tie us, ropeless, through hard ropes. Let my Love crave You.
Tie me to the bedposts please, allow yourself to do that to Your Kitty please, so that she will pant for hours even more in the need of you.
Amplify this devouring need already filling my every minute make it stronger what I cannot conceive being greater.
Tie me there please, and I will fill Your heart with the image of me and my Love. Allow yourself to do it please and I promise to inhabit Your soul with the vision of my mind, heart and body, as I truly am, every moment of the day: YOURS, tied, belonging.
It will have in you even more palpable, the burning feeling of this love that is all Yours and need You and only You to set on fire our existences.
Tied already we are.
Intertwined forever,
in unbreakable Oneness.
Kitty – 2020
My heartbeat,
Death, as they call it, is nothing.
You feel me, I do feel You.
I crossed the door,
to this adjacent room
I am still me, you are still you.
what we were, for one another, we still are.
Call me the name you always gave me,
the one familiar to you;
speak to me in the same affectionate way
the one you always used.
Do not change the tone,
do not assume a solemn or sad face.
Keep laughing about what made us laugh,
about those little things we so liked.
Let our laughters chirp and bring joy, as we always did.
Pray, smile, think about me but in the same familiar way.
Pronounce my name without any trace of sadness.
Our life preserves the same meaning it always had;
it is the same as before.
There is a continuity which does not break.
Why should I be out of your thoughts and your mind,
only because I am out of your sight?
I am not far,
I am on the other side,
I am behind that door.
No need to worry, to hurry.
Be reassured, it is all ok.
You will still find my heart,
you will find the same tenderness, purified.
Dry Your tears, don’t cry,
Eternity is in our hearts, we built it.
Your smile is my peace
Droplets of my Soul 