Nocturnal Nonsense

Nocturnal Nonsense

 

3 am I wake

Find you atop me

Kneading

I savor

The soft purr

Of you

The gentle scratch

Of nail on flesh

Tiny pleasure pain

I hold

I hold

I hold

I can wait

No more

 

Lift you

Lovingly aside

And rise

You follow watching

My grimaced

Downward

Push

Muscle pressure

Pain

Release

 

Your feline tail

Lashes S and Z

On empty air

Your green eyes fixed

I search absently

For a synonym:

 

“Involuntary

Urinary

Engorgement”

Runs a poor second

To “false Gods”

 

The prayer ends

While I ponder how this

Like the useless

Appendix

Serves no function.

 

No.  No.

It reminds

Remembers

Other uses

Other times.

 

From Poems of the New Old West

Copyright©2002 Jack Purcell

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Almost every facet of the human life experience has been celebrated to death in poem and song.

This one hasn’t.   Remember where you heard it first.

We’re talking MEME here.  (A word I learned a few days ago and knew in a flash of insight applied to the future of this ground-breaking poetic genre.)

Jack