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| one of our dogs, Puck |
Like a pink party blower
uncoiled in a puff of warm air
his tongue escapes its cage
of little white barbs
Unfurling against my face
it rubs my skin
again
and
again
until wet becomes
a fine sandpaper
A dog's kiss
pure sloppy guileless
submitted for Open Link Night, Week 19, at dVerse Poets Pub
and The Poetry Pantry #76 at Poets United
