The Changeling's Wife Poem by Mike Finley
The Changeling's Wife
i am like the piano you play
that always falters up ahead
a man but also a dog needing
something to be brave for
i praise the day you gutted ths fish,
zipped away the offending spine
pull me to bed with you tonight
let me sleep this curiosity off
the way the lion feels for his mate
when she brings him red meat
it's the love of the dog sleeping
curled at the monastery gate
(1982)
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4/23/2024 4:37:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Short and sweet Mike, just bite size enough for this ADHD sufferer. It is good that some men learn, well I hope you did anyway. 10 from Tai, without her claws