Nikki Purrs

Soft nursing
five solid minutes
of purr
paw-pedaling
like a kayak competitor
against ripples of my
60 year-old river rib cage?
I feel like a nursing mother
but I’m male and have no nipples.
Sometimes I feel afloat.
Nikki is a little black skunk,
kitten, suckles me for milk,
or affection?
But she is eight years old, a cat.
I’m her substitute mother,
afloat in a flower bed of love,
and I give back affection
freely unlike a money exchange.
Done, I go to the kitchen, get out
Fancy Feast, gourmet salmon, shrimp.
A new work day begins.