Bobette Bryan's Poetry


My Nine-month Old Doberman Puppy

He loves me so much
that he wants to consume me.
Some part of me
is always
in his mouth.
He nibbles my fingers.
He sucks my toes.
His teeth pry at
my bones.
His tongue laps across
my bare midriff
as if he could suck
the soul from
between my ribs.
He winds his cold nose
through my hair
and even licks my scalp,
finding certain bliss there.
He hops up on the bed
when I'm trying to sleep
and drills my ears
with his tongue,
searching for some
part of me
that he hopes to keep.

© 2009 Bobette Bryan




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