On Heat (edited)

the bitch wants the steel gate opened
the black and white spotted lover is waiting outside
these animals operate on the scent
everything is hormonal
there are no plans
the itch comes at any moment
and the one that satisfies the need is always waiting
there is no courting
nothing about marriage or problems about the dowry
or the papers
there are no priests no judges
in their dog world.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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