Walkies
So much the sideline
on a straining leash,
Brought to heel
Time and again
With a swift kick in the ribs.
Winded, panting, and
In pain,
But still straining
Against the guideline
Blindly
Obeying the wild inside.
I am tempted to yank that choke chain
With brute force
Every single time
I find myself trying to teach this old dog new tricks.
I have subsequently learnt:
The dog of desire can lend us some manners.
Some real community manners.
Those that do not over-consider one man against another
but
Those that see the expanse for what it is.
Because what it is, is important to know.
Like why a dog can lick its own lipstick.
The rooster of lust can tend our handlers.
Like pitbulls fight,
Cocks fight.
Handlers must be handled in the first place.
Then they can handle their lust.
To become at ease in one’s primal hide
One must wear it first.
To understand a dog, a cat, a duck in one’s home
One must first open
one’s home to all these creatures.
Even to a snake, a pig. A whole family of cockroaches.
It is a good lesson in who is bigger than who.
A heart feels desire, lust, passion, primal truth.
Imagine what a job it must have keeping these secrets.
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