The Dog’s Tongue
She’d licked a dripping eyelid –
her tongue pinked in and out,
tasting and re-tasting,
her expression, puzzled doubt.
I told her it was sadness
and wondered in my fog,
with such exquisite senses,
how do tears taste, to a dog?
Does the longing taste of midnight?
Does the loss taste old and stale?
Does despair taste bilious yellow?
Guilt metallic, like a nail?
Does helplessness taste flat, like filtered water?
In emptiness, hints of declining worth?
Do tears of fury have the tang of slaughter?
An evanescent fizz in tears of mirth?
In tears of love, the savour of a sunrise;
In tears of joy, the flavour of a birth.
© me
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Feel free to reply to any comment by clicking the "Reply" button.These are the poet guideposts to service Cats and Dogs. ..how our love bonds with our furry aides connect through nose, eyes, tongue, tail and sound. ...we need only preen, feed, water and walk our Service Animals to grass or litter for their caresses to be rewarded by ours
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