Alphabet Soup Poem by Sher Lianne Christian

My intuitive whiskers sense ideas
in the soft air of morning.
I sigh as feathery breezes skim over me.
Words slip on buttery sun
through an open kitchen window
into the empty bowl I've placed
for my muse to fill.
I lap up letter cream with a felicitous tongue.
L's and m's loll and hum between my lips.
Piquant p's tantalize taste buds.
R's roll on my palette, stop against artful t's.
Juicy n's slide down my moist throat.
Satiated, I purr, curl up in the lap of God.

(©2004 Star Kissed Shadows, Sher Lianne Christian)