What my pen is to paper
my heart is to mind
My pen carves a life
across pages of time
White paper speaks purity
a story untold
the cursor marks the spot
start writing,
Be bold
Kait King 2015
poem
Music Love
Music to my ears
bouncing round my soul
shining through my eyes
making me feel full
precious stones of a polished melody
the funky bass is outta sight
pulling strings in harmony
the drums all sittin’ tight
the words are lazy, cruisey, bluesy
summer feeling
stealing through
the music drifting, holding
lifting
Music Love is true
my Music Love is true…
© Kait King, 2015
Pass it forward:
Home time!

When I wake up
next to you
My heart just
wants to burst
In my sleep
I miss you
Like a screaming
blazing thirst
I drag myself
to work and back
just to see your smile
watch TV
talk a little
and make love for a while
when our rumbling
hungry stomachs
lever us out of our lovers’ nook
naked, we open and close cupboards
looking for something to cook
© Kait King, 2015
Pass it forward:
The tumble of Schnauzers mentioned previously in “Be careful what you wish for”, as per request :)
This is Eddie – she is such a smart cookie – look at that wise little face – a fur baby wrapped in cuteness!
This is Patsy and Eds – when they were littlee’s – Patsy on the right and Eds left (obviously!) 
This is Eddie sleeping on Patsy ….well, contemplating life, anyway….:)
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