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"Instinct"

Yellow tomcat lies with a siamese
Summer heat and pheromones
blinders
one track mind chugging train black
spewing clouds of ignorance
spores drifting on a wind-less day
infectious on touch
a heady call of aroma arousing
illusion
bodily pleasure
need to sate
and finished
yellow tomcat climbs from
the unmoving siamese, 
neither observant of flies or other stages of death.