the curve of throat,
a hook line in my heart.
Your mouth that sings in every note,
your feet that tap on pavements, wet
hair that flutters in the breeze,
the beating of your heart to mine,
closer, closer ever yearning,
you silken kiss, your feathered mane,
your bark, your bite, your sniff
your snarl, your the best doggie in the world. NOw go fetch the newspaper, that's a good girl.
Possibly the worst poem I have written, in under five mins.
El riesgo vive siempre!