Kerri Shying R # 243 - The Paddymelon

The Paddymelon

look

how good you are

 you     both paws soft claws sheathed

side by side    my arm held down

the rest    that comes at night

comes hard

stitched along the seams with a gypsy-dancer’s

jingle    the blood-bounced stomp

writing on the brain

a boot  not bound   beside the bed

heel to sole with mate    no

kicking    upstairs    all that one idea

so you

my chickpea-thinker

noodle-logicked

 kneader of the same brown bicep

each night

and the lovey-dovey eyes

oh    

all that too

you by me

that’s everything

that’s free