Little dog,
sprawled across
floral bed sheets
licks my palm
like brave, bouldering
rams stretch awkwardly
to taste
salt on rock faces.
*
Sleepy gaze connected,
I wonder if she knows
that she is so
small,
and she wonders if I know
that I am so big.
Well,
which is it?
*
Titanic lady,
stretched over
wrinkled bed sheets
opens her
hand
as if Laetitia herself,
offering a single
grain of enjoyment.
*
Reduced to this moment,
I wonder if she knows
that I feel
so insignificant,
and she wonders if I know
that I am her whole
world.
Well,
which is it?
*
Cherished hound,
monumental woman,
rest atop
verdant bed sheets,
casually remarkable
as if two galaxies
spinning in synchronized
chaos.
***
Poems with kindred spirits:
Hello, wanderer,
It's good to see you again. I do believe these poems have sparked inspiration for a new little collection. Let me know if you want to read more like them!
xoxo, for now,
-your friend, lost in snuggles
About the Creator
Sam Eliza Green
Writer, wanderer, wild at heart. Sagas, poems, novels. Stay a while. There’s a place for you here.
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I'm adoring your poetry! To answer your question: yes, I would love to see more. Haha 😂 You create such a wonderful atmosphere, Sam (or wanderer, if that's what you'd rather I call you. Whatever you like).