XXLove letters

 

 

 

Inspired by the Rose that had a horror of drafts

 

When there was only the fear of drafts,

 

 

The doorbell is ringing,   

  It doesn’t shout ‘Open and let me in’,

 

It shouts the greedy truth,

 ‘Everyone who loves you,

Don’t hesitate,

Kill them,

Before terrible things happen,

I understand it isn’t easy,

They are not guilty yet,

Read the signs and kill him,

Before it is very late,

The moment you see the doggy stare,

Aiming at your eyes,

The moment he follows you all around the house,

The moment you stop being an object, a corner, a cloudy piece, a missing part,

The moment you are his vision,

You fill his entire visual field,

He has already dug up a hole as big as his pupils,

It has a safe, a coffee maker,

It’s very warm and fluffy when weather gets crazy and cold,

It’s a love nest without drafts,

They may destroy love seeds,

The moment you both start speaking your minds,

He is the one,

Who invites you to his hearty burrow,

You are the one,

Who is surprised ‘WOW! He and his heart are so sweet!’

Holding your hand he nudges,

Sometimes he even drags,

He wants you to look around,

He wants you to appreciate,

Everything that he has,

Everything that you see furnishes his loving hollow,

He has numerous bibelots,

He’s ready to give all his trinkets to you,

His face lights up when you smile,

When you are sad, he chokes on sorrow,

His burrow shines with cleanness,

It always has food in the fridge,

He always cooks thinking ‘What else to do? How to please?’

The first thought is planted by wisdom,

‘It’s good when the wind doesn’t blow,

When there is a warm bed,

There is no mud,

It’s good when the wind doesn’t stab me,

Piercing through my hopes and my tired bones,

It’s nice to have a personal coffee mug’,

The first year you may resist,

Surviving the deepest snow,

You winter somehow in a snowdrift of your choice,

Buying shivers to your hopes,

In spring you are nearly free,

Because he is always near,

The red dot sensation is in your back,

His loving gaze pulls a trigger’,

I am your sacrifice,

I’m only halfway to the door,

The doorbell confuses love with obsession,

 I already feel a red dot between my shoulder blades,

It is your love,

You’ve come to gun me down,

You’ll ask me the same question.