A ringing of the bell, and I was inside.
A golden retriever to greet me: eyes alight,
flaring nostrils on a cold nose sipping the air.
New smells, well-learned tricks--
a loving obedience.
You fed me. You poured drinks.
The rear door slid open, and you led
me to your garden. In a place whence
you'd once been culled, you showed me things growing--
a loving patience.
We lingered in what light could reach us----
branches burgeoning, new green, warmed skin
(yours much nuttier than mine: pale, fair).
I close my eyes and I still hear birds--
a loving singsong.
----and soon, slowly, we wandered back in.
Undress. Embrace. We smelled like men.
I tried to assuage your every ache. Did I? Tell me:
you whimpered into my mouth as you came.
Like the night I caught you watching:
tell me, do you remember that too?
I close my eyes and I still hear the din;
Your gaze, that look, from across the room:
a gem in my head (hebephrenic, deleterious).
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