Sniffing

Dog is a political animal

each organ,

each act, functions

with a purpose.

Slogans of teeth or tail.

Her note pad scribbles

leave out all those smiling dogism.

tales of love and debt.

and marks out one in violet, and later red,

named sniffing.

she has had dogs,

from Sniffy to Snoopy

but, none were more, a dog

than a man, she met

in a moving train.

This animal,

sniffs you out

from ur morning bed,

office desk and evening calm

drinks your coffee for your black

that may lead you down, stairs of dope.

It licks, cuddles

hugs , and even pierce you neck

as it sniffs, for

semen of men.

The holy river,

dosent make you a male God

in white dust.

It part ways, along your valleys

of mounts and dungeons

as you too, slip out

of your skin

with an ancient curse.

Even though she was sleeping,

a baby sleep, as he sniffed.

She would get up and scream,

"Infidelty is my birthright."

and then,

once again.

She would call him,

a dog.