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(c) January 19, 2016 by Swami X
Burying his snout
Into her scarf
Inhaling euphoria
With her scent
His wet nose
Stains silk
Her embittered sigh
Leaves a mark too
valuing accessory over fidelity
turning ecstasy to apology

Lying down on her bed
Peacefully drifting to sleep
Savoring the fragrant warmth
Of her impression
A puddle of drool
Leaves his content mouth
like a spark
that ignites
her anger
Jars him awake
With a slap
That sends him scrambling
And for a moment
She forgets what he could never…
that she loves him
Peacefully drifting to sleep
Savoring the fragrant warmth
Of her impression
A puddle of drool
Leaves his content mouth
like a spark
that ignites
her anger
Jars him awake
With a slap
That sends him scrambling
And for a moment
She forgets what he could never…
that she loves him
.

No food in his bowl
Seeking to satiate hunger
From the garbage
sorting chicken bones
from dirty tissues
on kitchen floor
Never once thinking about her neglect
Only satisfying a stomach
Until she calls his name
Harshly
Wonders why
Not happy to see him
When he never grows tired
Of her presence
Seeking to satiate hunger
From the garbage
sorting chicken bones
from dirty tissues
on kitchen floor
Never once thinking about her neglect
Only satisfying a stomach
Until she calls his name
Harshly
Wonders why
Not happy to see him
When he never grows tired
Of her presence
.

Too long apart
“Will I see her again?”
Sense of urgency
Leaves a smelly surprise
“She’s home!”
He drops all activities
thoughts and fears
His dancing tail slices.
the thick air
like a samurai sword
She drops her bags
An exhausted thud
“What have you done??”
Turns twirling tail
To instant icicle
Curls under
Head and heart sink
It is too painful
To look into her eyes
And not feel loved
“Will I see her again?”
Sense of urgency
Leaves a smelly surprise
“She’s home!”
He drops all activities
thoughts and fears
His dancing tail slices.
the thick air
like a samurai sword
She drops her bags
An exhausted thud
“What have you done??”
Turns twirling tail
To instant icicle
Curls under
Head and heart sink
It is too painful
To look into her eyes
And not feel loved
.

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