You're real,
Soft, warm, real.
Not scaled and cold,
Nor furred and worshiping,
Nor feathered and resigned.
You're human,
A mind of your own,
A heart unchained with cages,
And you let me hold you?
Your arms,
Not forced, not out of kindness,
Hold me back?
Knowing my name,
My thoughts, my heart,
The reality that is me,
And you don't pull away?
I don't understand,
Don't see what you do,
But does it matter?
For now, while it lasts,
I am wanted, not needed.
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