LOULOU by Foutoux

LOULOU

Loulou paws at my
Middleaged spread.
Her unconscious gives her
To believe I am
her late mother.

I don't like to tell her that
It is very uncomfortable
And that I'm not
her late mother.

She has a rhythm, one paw down, one paw up
one paw down.

Of course this happiness
I thought didn't belong to me
but I find that her
rhythmic prayer is a
little like brail , she's tapping
out our raison d'etre. FOUTOU X  Copyright 2016