Dog Legs

[Goodnight/good morning Opuss! Here's a bit of bedtime fun I like to play. It's called Dog Legs. Enjoy.]

You treat my legs like pets
the matted hairs attractive to
your depth of love for dogs
two furry logs of relaxed muscle
making up for canine friends

Your tickle toes go too and fro
tussling beneath the sheets
and though I doth protest too much
(aches, exhaustion, lack of sleep)
I find it hard myself, to keep
from joining in our private joke

Hobbit feet, sat-squash, big foot man
my carpet pins are covered thick
with forests, woodland, thickets
wicked snags and brambles catching
careless toes and snatching seams
from inside legs of well worn jeans

But in bed, for precious moments
savouring ridiculant
you pretend they’re sausage dogs
scotties, rotties, basset hounds
For my own part, hidden story
I play out my game instead
that my two dog’s are really otters
swimming in your river legs

J. x