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Keith Thompson Apr 2019
Throw some scraps to patchy strays
For every dog will have his day
Bite the hand that scratches ears
Tickles tummy,  dabs at tears
Pats a ****,  receives a nip
I never rubbed your nose in ****
Lift a leg for all to see
The edges of your territory
Whimper as we scratch our itches
Even males can act like *******
Ears lay back as hackles rise
Wither under angry eyes
Throaty growl with curling lip
Saliva on incisor tip
Mangy curs will cry and whine
Till you get yours and I get mine
Mongrels simper, yap, and bray
And every dog will have his day
Keith Thompson Apr 2019
Once Upon a lifetime gone
away, we were so close
The bond we held,  the way I felt,
Or was that just some joke?
I ask this not in guilt or shame,
Nor in depression's throes
I merely am just curious
Now where our bond will go
Will it die, just fade away,
Like whispers in the wind?
Tell me what is on your mind
And all that's kept within
Or is it dead,  am I too late
To keep  our bond alive?
I will rebuild it,  if I must
And sacrifice my foolish pride
Or is it living,  breathing still,  
yet rather not as strong?
Or am I simply chasing dreams,  
With all my visions wrong?
Tell me what is left to do
To resurrect our ties
It's up to us to decipher fate
And see just where it lies
Keith Thompson Apr 2019
Drenched in fear,  upon the couch,
Bathed in grayish glow
Watching some old Hitchcock flick,
Or maybe Edgar Poe
Silent breath,  with gaze transfixed -
Captive to the screen
Fingers take a yellow tint,
Glisten with that popcorn sheen
Breathing quickly joins the pulse
Of red-lined piston speed
Pause the flick,  refill your drink,
Continue with the scene
The witching hour births a yawn,
Followed by a stretch
Agile fingers take their cue
Searching for her luscious neck
With lips that hope to follow soon,
And maybe leave a mark
The movie ends,  the credits roll,
And yet,  the room remains as dark
Keith Thompson Apr 2019
Like sailors, to the siren's song
or moths to candle flame
She speaks, and I am swiftly drawn
within her web of carnal claim

Near certain of the coming course,
too frail to change my fate
Propelled, as if by unseen force -
I make all speed towards her embrace

Listen to the lullaby
of lilting angel's voice
Smashed on rocks in whirlpool's eye
despite my sense, I've made my choice

A single, glowing point of light
with heat like noonday sun
Feelers singed, now blazing bright
a burning kiss, and I succumb

As tongues of fire lick my heart
emotion rules my head
witness dangerous pleasures that start
on paths of moths and Men

— The End —