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When I hang out
With someone I love,
I find myself
Absorbing
A bit of who she is.
I find I notice
And want to chase
Squirrels.
I want to howl
At sirens.
I notice scents.
Well,
I already notice scents
As I deal with
Disabling fatigue
As the result of
Petro chemically based scent.
Would my struggles with those
Who choose to wear scent
Be more easily resolved
If I bowed slightly
And started,
Inviting being chased
Or chasing?
Or if I sniffed their rear
While letting them sniff mine?
Would they understand
If I growled?
When I encounter
Someone, who is safe,
Someone, who is scent free,
Would my vestigial tail
Wag?
Would we mouth
Each other’s bodies
And roll over
And under one another?
Have I...
Will I
Catcht her joy?
I hope I am
Contagious!
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