KITT can imagine nothing sweeter...

[thecrazyalaskan]

Everything felt… natural.
Natural by way of normal, that is.
It was a feeling to which
KITT wasn't exactly used…

But it felt right.

It was a vista, with cool grass
and tiny white flowers.
A June breeze was present,
but faint, stirring the grass.
Somewhere there was the smell of
freshly cut grass,
but it was distant and faint.
This detail, though, was lost to KITT.

Rather, it was a description Michael gave him,
along with a description of
what the sky looked like,
really looked like—
black with a sprinkle of
twinkling white stars,
clear and crisp—
whispered into the dashboard.

Mmm. What KITT wouldn't have given to
have a sensation of touch—
to feel Michael's hands, his warm breath on the dash…
Surely that was what heaven felt like.

So for now, he was content to listen to Michael's voice.
To imagine.
What would being human be like?
To feel, to truly see, to smell, to taste?
Feel Michael's breath and skin,
see his smile, the light in his eyes
smell his cologne, his sweat,
taste a kiss.

His engines purred,
soft but unmistakable, at the notion.
Michael chuckled warmly into the dash.
"Something good on your mind, KITT?"

"Extremely, Michael,"
came the reply.
A pause…
"Please, keep talking."

Michael smiles, and leans in,
close, to the voice modulator.
His breath fogs up the flashing red indicator,
but KITT hardly takes any notice.

For a moment, all he can focus on,
are the sweet, loving words—
all of them, every word something
tender and sweet—
coming out of Michael's mouth.
Was this Heaven?
If it wasn't,
if this wasn't the highest happiness…

KITT didn't want to find out.

~*~*~*~

Fill for my 100 Themes - Words

A bunny bred with locoexclaimer  that turned into possibly my best poem to date. c:

Somewhere along the line, I realized that almost all of my stanzas were four or eight lines long. I took that and ran with it. That’s as close to structure as my poetry will ever get. (I love me my free verse and prose poetry.)

Michael, KITT, Knight Rider © Glen A Larson