[Dog at my feet]

Dog at my feet.
Feet at my dog.
Whose feet?

When we meet,
Our smiles
Cross swords.

Made of words,
We go on and on,
Indomitable, snug

In language as a bug
In our bed.
Whose side?

So we ride
These words, this life,
Until they end.

End.
End.
End.