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April 17, 2007
It Figures #34

Puppy Love is done for the day.
He is curled into his
Round brown bottom
On the ragged and torn rug.

He is dreaming Her.
She leans over to gather
Puppy Love into ecstasy.
He falls into the arms
Of a dream of Her,
And now his heart beats
Bright into his eyes
And he is leaping
Stretching for Her,
Her cheek, Her hair,
Her mouth.
Nuzzle and lick and lick
And consume all the taste
All the aroma.
He can hear Her blood
He can feel Her eyes.

Puppy love is a flower
Detonated in adoration.