Dog Shit – by Deborah Love

 

Intimacy,
Great when you are feeling it.
Watching it?
Not so much.

That happy couple over there,
Holding hands,
Shivering with excitement.
They leave me cold.

Chasing rainbows
On a rainy day in any town.
Together,
I note to myself.

Should I tell them they are in danger?
About to step in dog shit?
Would they hear me shouting
So deaf and blind with love?

I do not shout,
Smirking at the sight.
But know

Jealousy
Great when you are watching it
But feeling it?
No, not so much.

 

 

Deborah Love exists in blissful anonymity and is only occasionally interesting.

More of Deborah’s writing can be found at Occasion of Interest

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