A new poem by sierra shae gibbs

Canine Syndrome
January 8, 2009, 5:25 am


I nuzzle my face into my dog’s belly
Her fur is soft and soothes my bruised cheek
I wrap my arms around her head
Stoking her ears and massaging her temples
I think she enjoys it; she moans
And leans closer to me

I inhale, and her dog-scent sails through my chest
Smelling faintly of raindrops and dead leaves,
A woodsy perfume that bathes my lungs,
Releasing all of the day’s tensions
From my sore muscles; her warmth
Alleviates my aching heart.

I gaze at her marble eyes,
Clear as a starry summer night sky in the country.
Reality disappears for a moment
And all I see are two midnight globes staring back
They’re about the same color, too;
A dark violet-blue that makes me swoon

My dog pulls the knives out of my chest, one by one.
Gently so the blade doesn’t strike a vital organ
She can’t pull them all out; some I’m still holding onto
But that’s ok, she did what she could.
Then she licks my ripped up torso thoroughly,
Cleaning my wounds and scars

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