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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Dog, you, me, dog

dog
you
me
dog
Lined up 
on the bed
Pressed together
A living panini
on a sheeted plate
Our essences mingle
wrapped in heat
wrapped in sheets
Warm, gooey, cozy treat
Sandwich perfection
dog
you 
me

7 comments:

Vandana Sharma said...

A light, breezy cheesy poem!

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

refreshing. i can relate to this every night when i go to bed with my love partner and two mini poodle kids

gracias, mi amiga

Kerry O'Connor said...

Sounds like my place!

georgeplaceblog said...

It is you, me, dog at the foot-jumps-down-off-the-bed-back-on-at least-three-times-every night. Love your sweet poem.

grapeling said...

I admit to being a bit suspicious of anyone who doesn't like dogs ~

Margaret said...

Only one of my three dogs is allowed on the bed - and the other three are a bit jealous I think. But they are treated fairly - they have soft beds for themselves.

Marian said...

aw! truthy cute.