I am the dog

It is because I am the dog

Waiting at your door

Dark eyes, darker while I beg

You for more.

I am the man

Who kicks out,

At the animal who adores him,

Just to know that it will come back –

Dragging by its belly,

Tail tucked between

I am the girl

Screaming at her mother,

Small on the stairs,

Waiting for a whimper–

Anything but

Those grey eyes

Stones under a stream

Turned away

Milky white: blind to me.

I am the snow,

Blank, dazziling,

Completely polarizing,

While her water pools at my feet,

The heat utterly numbing me.

I am the flower,

Face turned to his knees,

Shrieking with colour and scent,

Doing everything I can,

To make him level with me.

I am the dye,

Running down my wrists,

In the shower,

I lift my hands and touch my cheeks,

Nobody understands,

Exactly what this means for me.

I am sick with shame,

Sweating and shivering,

As I am stroked, gentle,

Kissed, softly,

I don’t know how to hold soft touches;

Have me drooling around it

Cheeks a dull red

From the swift crack of your palm

Anger in loving me.

I am the sun,

Setting ever so slowly,

Letting my light remain,

While my warmth runs away.

In the end

All we do

Is make dogs of each other,

I made a dog of you,

I’ll never let you see,

That you have made a dog of me.