A Defense Hastily

The subconscious tweeker is annoyed

that the rain beating in your face is sweet,

and not the stuff of that cold November sleet

that numbs the face,

not at all.

 

In fact,

it makes you lick your lips, craving more.

 

And so I enter the room. It is not a real room,

but one occupied by rabid dogs, who at the moment are well behaved.

 

Moments can be fleeting.

 

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