Stimulation

Stimulation

When you walk, to the back of the coffee shop
across the racecourse, or in at my gate,
you flow, kitten, as if sprung from within with
a fascinating grace, a bodily suspension, minky,

luxuorius, scented and sleek, and like black coffee,
your scent interfereres with my sleep. Resting
my hands around your waist is like cupping the bowl,
drinking deep, your scent interferes with my sleep.