25 April 2012
[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
Dog Legs • Opuss № I