AI
Like the cricket in my house
It chirps in the dark of creativity
A backseat driver, telling me where to turn
Tempting my writer’s block uncertainty
I can be lazy
To choose the flashlight
Down the poem path
See automated words before me
Breadcrumbing to a conclusion
Most stale bird fodder
I prefer the risk
Gingerbread house, cannibal witch
The found gold
If she succumbs to fire
Taking chances
Finding my own way home
Where a real cricket
Vibrates his story
Before a deep sleep
Church Key
Pry the cap
Open to effervescence
Sweet ecstasy intoxication
Pandora box lunch
Unleash forbidden flavors
Sense the blazingly unfaithful
Hot sauce desire
Guilt free, fattening adventure
Hear the siren song
The notes you cannot refuse
Shipwreck the coastline,
Forego sails of faith,
Lifeboat salvation
Touch the shunned,
Untouchable dreams
Of ancestors carnal craving
Run fingers across
The silk of love
Scent destruction,
Wildfire creation
The smoldering bloom,
The fragrance of your soul
Smash the hourglass
Let time shatter and splay
You are a slave to nothing
Breath, beating heart
Course to the river
Of your choice
Prohibition Love
Damn abstinence
Speak easy
I fill my cup with you
I was a blind tiger
In jungle rot gut
Growling when dry
Purring when wet
Tame the wild beast
Kisses like lullabies
Sleep is deep
When the hunt is over
Bellies stuffed with love
Slumbers in tall grass
Declaw
File down incisors
We play like kittens
With a yarn ball
Cat nip our days away
Predator desire doused
Temperance is over
Lift a glass
Make a toast
To contented cats
In mewing conversation