Seated on chrome and steel,
pride gushing,
like a broken water main.
Clad in black leather jacket
and tight fitting chaps,
straddled, across roaring exhaust pipes,
man melts into machine--
shape changing--
a switchblade slicing through headwinds--
defying death,
with exhilaration.....

Feline Gemutlich....

She sits upon my pillowed stomach
a powder puff of ashen gray,
a smoke ring flute of comfort.
The pinkish pads of her paws
perform a ballet of affection
upon my alabaster hands.
Her sandpaper tongue licks the salt
from my porous skin as the
tender touch of whiskers
tickle the network of my spine.
Together, we drift into a sea of slumber,
each breath.....a wave of mutual content.

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