oh okay.
“I’m your pet now.”
A tail curls around your waist.
Meaty arms branded with moldish ghoul bites.
An unkempt ouija board jerking a seizures of vowels
but don’t take that.
Blue eyes respond, “Please?”
permission is tangled;
two-sided leash.
a tug and a follow,
heading somewhere.
ghoul is curled up
“Your eyes are budding.”
two rounded fluffy shapes
freshly budded spring roses,
thorns in mouth, “Oh. Okay.”
- long and thin
- upside down triangle
- long and thin
new fur seals soft and innocent,
like an enclave of moss.
“Oh. Okay.”
Two demons swinging,
tangled leashes,
pronounced laughter,
touching each others fingernails.
I mean, “Oh. Okay.”
equilibrium,
tripping past it.
a “hoot hoot” shift.
fingernails ripping opposing temples.
the other – forehead massage,
telekinesis,
a catchy bass.
I squeek. You hoot.
I hold you a bit closer, “Oh. Okay.”