Dogs

Your dogs are obedient.
Your dogs recognize me
as I approach.
Serotonin-dogs run wild,
licking your cheeks until they blush.
The breath-dog pants,
chased by the heart-dog.
The inconsolable uterine-dog is fawning,
then scratches the little ovule-dogs.
Your dogs have been beaten
in my basement-dog
by the rope-dog
and now they're licking my palms-dog.