Your Love is Like a Puppy Dog
Your love follows me home and pounces upon me in my sleep.
It’s so full of excitement its nose quivers.
It has big soft eyes a cold wet snout.
It chews my slippers
And has never apologised once.
Your love has a tail that wags so hard that its eyes jiggle in its head.
It constantly demands attention
And licks my face as if it were an ice-cream cone.
I’d put it on a lead and train it
But it’s too young and boisterous to restrain.
So it follows me around all day
Panting on my breakfast and drooling in my soup.
It has a cuddly fluffy coat and ridiculous floppy ears.
We gambol in the park.
I throw sticks to it
And it bounds and lollops delightedly,
Unexpectedly jumping up to clumsily crush my most sensitive areas,
Your love is like a puppy dog
Lapping up my tea.
I am waiting for it to use its fangs on me.
Opher 15.7.96
Your Love is Like a Puppy Dog
Your Love is Like a Puppy Dog – a poem about love with teeth!
Love makes you daft. It brings out the silliness. It gambols and prances in a world of its own. Love is lost in ecstasy and delight. Love is discovery. Love is insulating into a bubble that cuts you off from everything else, a feeling that unleashes contentment and anxiety in equal measure.
Love usually changes and comes back to bite you.