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CB Sep 2017
Your eyes meet mine -
You stretch and yawn.
The first thing
That I see at dawn
Is you curled up near me.

Your soft voice and melodious purr
Are sweet as music to my ear.
Your call at night is masterly
It summons me
To come and see
What you would like to share with me.

Your touch is thrilling.
It could be
That you would like to play with me
Or that you feel a nudge is due
That love's the same as food to you.

Your pointed ears and hairy tail
Might be less cute on a human male
But while a man might smile at me
It's  inter-species territory
Where you and I so close can be.

CB
CB Sep 2017
I write poetry
*******!
What's happened to me?

Tech stuff bored me
Now I text!
What's next?

The Woman who hated sport
Was me
Where is she?

The rational, sensible Me is gone -
Help!
What's going on?

I was goal directed
And rarely distracted -

Now I'm
Happy to drop
Whatever I do
To be close to you.

— The End —