Dogs 2007


I know your face
I know your place
neither one
has substance
they are fantasies
gone astray

I deny your smiles
I deny your trials
they are lies
meant only
for momentary
ego gratification

I feel your need
I feel your greed
you hint your wants
expecting delivery
by some psychic

I touch your skin
I touch your sin
keeping me
on a sensory leash
to yank me back
on command

no more
my love
those days die
here and now
as my calender
begins anew

I am
born again
in solitary
self refinement
swayed not
by your storms