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Spriggen |
Spriggen
black as night
the cat comes on time
slinking and feline
it fetches attention
nudging his fragrance
through layers of sleep,
needling through clothes.
Purring like a motorised
contraption he moves
to upend himself for
the stomach-hand massage,
throwing aside masculine
caution for momentary bliss,
come exclamations of pleasure
from the coarse well of
a green-eyed blackness
Maow! Maow! |
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