She sits in silence on the edge of her bed
She poses herself, folds and unfolds her hands discontentedly
She plays with the comforter and feels its thickness
She looks over at the light switch
She thinks of him
He moves thru a myriad of ideas people actions words
He is seldom alone as his eye wanders as he observes human traffic
He touches his hair the way she did
He thinks of her
Entwined there is a spark no one can explain
They both have something to gain
What he asks himself?
What don't I have?
What she asks herself?
What don't I have?
A week apart, two weeks, a cryptic 3.
It happens again to she and me.
Her tiny body melts into his and they are one
Both content as a Master and a puppy
Or like an old lady and her cat
'He' as the old lady? ?
He shudders at the thought
Shakes it off and goes back to grabbing butts.
Wanting to seduce females
In the back of their minds they both wonder
Will this intersection continue?
Will it lead somewhere?
Cats and dogs live longest in captivity.
Owning a pet is good for one's mental health.
He decries the thoughts in his head
Pulls into a drive thru fast food burger joint
Demands his chocolate Frosty
He slowly consumes the chocolate Frosty
Plotting where he will
Take her next with his imagination
A final thought before a phone call
Who's training whom?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem