the calico cat
sleeps
in a basket of woven dreams and muslin habits.
pressing the pants with her warm fur,
ironing creases of love into scapular or apron,
she purrs.
naked, we are clothed in raiments of grace.
the calico cat
sleeps
in a basket of woven dreams and muslin habits.
pressing the pants with her warm fur,
ironing creases of love into scapular or apron,
she purrs.
naked, we are clothed in raiments of grace.
