Can You Feel It?

In an effort to induce you
I ran my hand over the back of your leopard
and you shivered a bit and said more.
When I felt the tip of the nuisance on your lap
a pink umbrella opened under the yellow canopy.
Things got hazy as we wrestled.
Now the layers of grime are sparkles
like blue glitter held with Elmer's glue
on a kid's art makes the outline of a pony pop
off the page. Well, you are popping
through the living room with an instrument
you play with your middle finger
like an organ but rounder
and softer. Something really great
is just about to happen
can you feel it?