When you feel beaten,
Exhausted,
Lost and abandoned.

When you feel alone,
Empty,
Hopeless and scared.

Wrap your arms round your marmaduke,
Huggle, hold and re-create,
A dog is never just a friend,
A loyal love til the very end

Sunday morning,
Toast, coffee and strawberries
Sliced in half.

The music surrounds,
Dionne Warwick
Why do you have to be a heart breaker?

I'm remembering, wandering.
There were good times.
Just not enough.

Think in questions,
Respond with a why,
Asking permission,
Always comply.

The world is shrinking,
To just a small screen,
Mute me, compute me,
I'm now a machine.

I like hiding behind a mask.

I love guessing if your smile will last.

I love your eyes as the only part of your disguise,

That I can see.

I love your mystery.

But then again,

When your mask is the only thing you wear,

Well then I know there is a god,

Because now, you are the answer to my prayer

Find me,
Bind me,
Tie me to a stake.

Poke me,
Choke me,
Watch me cry and shake.

Hate me,
Berate me,
Make me howl and moan.

Tease me,
Please me,
Throw this dog a bone.

First I wake my ears, then eyes,
My poor man's nose its first surprise,
Sunshine or clouds, a beggar's choice,
I live your laugh, your lover's voice.

But then a whispered prayer's soft sell,
Your magic touch, a celestial tell,
I rise and rose, though leave I must,
Tonight, my love, sweet patient lust.

We beg,
We cry,
We plead and bargain
Til we say goodbye.

We bend,
We break,
And gamble all and everything,
That took so long to make.

We wave,
We wither,
Death whisper-speaks,
A cold night-breath that makes us shiver.