This animal name
I didn’t gave you
but it suits your nature perfectly.
I’m nurturing this relationship
on thin edge of flirtation
wondering have you ever walked
the same line.
I laugh at your jokes
which I don’t approve
asking of you to
in this Rome of mine
you act like a Roman
Truth is a doberman
beautiful, yet
dark, dangerous and restless.
And as we stand in this haze of illusions
it barks at the rising moon
And I can’t help but wonder
if you hear it.
With the mist vanishing will you be vanishing too
or you will stand next to me
on this barren soil
striped of any prejudice.
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