Like a waitress holding the house specialty high,
I presented my heart,
sheathed in propriety,
nestled on a thorn bush bed.
Sleep, little angel, you could have said.
Sleep like the dead.
Instead, you put me on a chain
and suspended it above my head in one of your extra rooms.
Soon, I was snapping at everything,
pacing a groove in the floor,
and my coat grew shiny and thick, begging touch and praise.
Hungry teeth bite bigger than a lazy tongue,
that's what you told me, and it was the last thing you said to me for a month.
now down on one knee;
back up, head high--
I was taut and ready enough to make the rain come,
before you were satisfied with me.
By the time I had my heart back,
I was as jealous as the Moon,
and as dangerous as a deferred desire.
When you jerk the lead, I sit at your feet like a perfect lady,
but lately, I forget my manners
when I'm with anybody but you.
feelin' a little wild for the mini challenge at Real Toads.