Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Seven

More hands. People hands. More light. And touch strongly. What? Yes you do like that but please. Oh, tasty. People are tasty, aren't they? You do like that. Yes. And tasty. Lick and bite. Though not bite. Can you resist bite? Cannot resist bite. Bite and lick and happy yes. You do like that. You do like people hands. You do like to bite and lick and bite people hands. And arms and faces. Bite people noses. People noses do not like biting. Do not always like licking but sometimes laugh, great guffawing laughing laughter. Great guffawing giddy happiness. Great dogs, these people. They are high and wide and able to perform miracles. Look at you. So high. Lifted. No mother is able to lift you so high as this. How they use these hands. These enormous and fabulous and tasty hands. Such warmth and giggle. Such salt and sweet. Such love. Such new love like you do not know love. Such new love from other dogs like people. Such new people. Who are these people? So many people. They do not harm you. They set you down. Down to earth. Near mother. Near milk. For more milk. For more mother. For more warmth. For more love. Motherlove.