Your Dog

In my dream,
I am your dog,
tied and tethered
to your thigh.

I slink through
empty home,

sulk to sandpit,
arched and angry,
only your

I allow
mud to cake on
freckled fur.

I allow
the click of my
claws on tiled floor.

You return,
smile at my presence,
seduce me
with prime cuts,
and a honey tone
of voice.

When we head
east, just us two,
my head leans out
car window,
the wind spreads
my lips into an
awkward smile.

You are all
I want. I am
all you need.