Friday, April 6, 2018

When My Man Comes Home

I dance for my man -
every bone a shimmy.
I spin myself around for him,
offerings in my eyes.

I come for my man -
at the sweet snap of his fingers -
my tongue liquid with love
for the giving hand.

I sleep with my man -
back to back and dream to dream.
Snuggled safe in my orbit -
earth dog and the sun.

Through the eyes of a dog for Sherry's prompt at Real Toads

12 comments:

Sherry Marr said...

OH! MY! GOODNESS! I so adore this poem. A delightfully surprising twist at the end, I had to give my head a shake. I love this, especially "earth dog and the sun". Sigh. Wonderful.

Gillena Cox said...

Awesome poem MZ

much love...

willow_switches said...

Cleverly deceptive indeed - until the end - and even know, I'm a wondering in the wilds of my mind, without clear intention - so it makes me like this even more.

loved the phrase - earth dog and the sun

willow_switches said...

damn ... that should read and even "now" ...

Toni Spencer said...

By the second line of the second stanza I had it figured out. You described it so accurately and well I could just see the happy dog
This poem made me happy.

Sioux Roslawski said...

And doesn't it make us happy when they shimmy for us?

Wow.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Quite a valuable lesson to be learnt from a puppy's love for its man. Between humans, it could also be this simple .

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Sheer delight. And yes, you had me fooled until the end. Then I read it over again, and you had it all there, perfectly, in both language and mood. Very clever. And also joyous, because dog.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Man's most loyal companion indeed 💜 such a gorgeous poem, MZ~

Brendan MacOdrum said...

The parallel reading was perfect -- I still can't tell just what kind of dog this is, canine or feline. There's leaping joy in both, which makes it doubly surprising.

Fireblossom said...

You trickster. Ha! I *knew* something had to be up, but I didn't see that coming. Reading it again, it's cute as anything. It perfectly captures the unquestioning joyful devotion of the superior species.

I *am* kind of shot down, though, that you didn't write about futile Chinese women. I was sure you would.

grapeling said...

you are a magician ~