The funny thing
When she walked in
I glimpsed an average
Lady of my age
Well surely
A few years younger
Then my slave master
#1 Girlfriend! (abusive care taker)
Yet as I took this nice lady for a tour
Of our Dog friendly kennel
As she spoke
Her words touched
Like massaging hands
Her eyes shined
As they peered through my soul
With her heart exposed
Her heart a mirror reflection
Of what I forgot could exist
I wondered...
Why do I resist?