He left the ink and paper scent
Where all the quiet hours went
A bookstore king on wooden floors
Now stepping through the open doors
He walks like *Monstera* in rain
A slow design to ease the pain
The asphalt feels like frozen stone
A little seed that grew alone
Velvet paws in a neon glow
Where the humming currents flow
Satin fur in the electric blue
Searching for a touch that's true
He sees the oil in a pool
The midnight air is sharp and cool
Like *Calathea* folding tight
He hides away from sudden light
Velvet paws in a neon glow
Where the humming currents flow
Satin fur in the electric blue
Searching for a touch that's true
One warm hand on a shivering back
A golden light on a charcoal track
The cold urban wind begins to cease
A moment found in a sudden peace
He purrs like soil in a summer heat
The rhythm of the city beat
No more shelves of leather bound
Just the hum of a hollow sound
He is a sprout in a concrete crack
A wanderer who won't look back
Rooted deep in a parking lot
Finding love in a lonely spot
Velvet paws in a neon glow
Where the humming currents flow
Satin fur in the electric blue
Searching for a touch that's true
Velvet paws in the blue.
Just a touch that is true.
