For Kahlo and Piper
strangers label me crazy
eccentric in thinking
that your furry exoskeletons
have any notion of my existence
bend the will of human parents
chasing every avenue for a gesture
lovingly
hoping your brains can comprehend
my lack of kisses on your noses
and the thought worsens
with every birthday and Christmas
un-celebrated
what happens to our connection?
I wish a passionate beating
heart was enough
to join us
reunite the familiarity
of being my alarm clock
kneading chest when it’s feeding time
a last hope
far fetched as an outcry
I place belief
in reincarnated spirits
so what started will always remain
a necessity for life
love at it’s greatest