OG
'...og! '
You command
the language
&
it
obeys you.
Providing you
with a dog.
A sleepy dog
who when he hears you
wakes up
trundles over to you
slumps
at your feet
& then
goes back to sleep.
You
the Queen of Words.
'Ahhhh...og! '
you stroke
the word
& it obeys
your every whim.
'Dog! '
I say.
He opens an eye
&...looks away
as if to say:
'Who's him...then? '
Ahhhh....my little cave girl
I love
your little explorings
of the tongue
and how
the world comes
when it is bidden.
'Dada! '
you pronounce
& I
too
come at once
tied to
the invisible string
of your
voice.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
OG
'...og! '
You command
the language
&
it
obeys you.
Providing you
with a dog.
A sleepy dog
who when he hears you
wakes up
trundles over to you
slumps
at your feet
& then
goes back to sleep.
You
the Queen of Words.
'Ahhhh...og! '
you stroke
the word
& it obeys
your every whim.
'Dog! '
I say.
He opens an eye
&...looks away
as if to say:
'Who's him...then? '
Ahhhh....my little cave girl
I love
your little explorings
of the tongue
and how
the world comes
when it is bidden.
'Dada! '
you pronounce
& I
too
come at once
tied to
the invisible string
of your
voice.
