Dog i am

You sent me some photos
I was in the mountains

At night from the container
Read the emails

Your smiling at me
Your skin olive
Your hair thick ,
And in my dreams I m puling it in like a boat
A boat that gonna breach the dark green loneliness
And show us The fresh Blue sky of September s love
Your eyes always the Sunday Pudding
I imagine myself a Bassit hound
Licking the bowl
And then sleeping on your
Lap

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