Sunday, November 13, 2011

Duty over Love

FauxPoWriMo #12

Duty over Love

Your casual avoidance
is a chilly reply;
With your back to my face
And eyes half closed,
I suppose you don't love me.
Your attention is better kept
By yourself,
By the duty to which your race is adept.
You choose it over me.
Every time I see you start,
My heart hopes to be chosen instead.
But it happens over and over again.

He ignores my whistles,
My kisses and calls.
Nothing hurts like the preoccupation
Of a cat licking his balls.

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