P u r r S w a y S y n's blog: "With Me"

It was there, right there

In the palm of my hand.

It's edges were harsh

the center so soft.

I had never held such wonder

Never felt this sensation 

Sensory overload

I came alive from the prick and pain

that constantly stirred my skin

I rejoiced in the softness of it

That sweet center my prize

Did I blink

Did I turn away my eyes

This joy is now away from me

I'll look forever until it is again mine

Without it then I am lost

No other will I find