east and west

big dogs by anelephantcant

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east and west

each time I suggest that we go west
you turn towards the east
and when I fall weak from hunger
you sit contented at the feast

the clothes hang off my scrawny frame
you tell me I’m getting fat
when I say how much I love big dogs
on your lap you stroke a cat

we never do what I want to do
I say let’s swim we take a walk
I ask you to dance you start to sing
but we never ever talk

you are vibrant full of life now
I am practically deceased
I follow the sun into the west
you shake your head and you go east

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2 Responses to east and west

  1. emmylgant says:

    Extreme attraction of opposites ! I like the rhythm to this poem and simply
    love the dog picture with his ‘King of the hill’ look.


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