like a dog / letter to brod - Black Tape For A Blue Girl

I’ll never be able to possess her

But at best be confined, like a dog

To kiss the hand she absent-mindedly offers

She is the chief witness and the judge

Thus there’s nothing I say to defend myself

She knows my crimes and knows my punishment

The regular diet of my imagination

Are fantasies like this one

I’m lying outstretched on the floor

Sliced up like roasted meat

And with my hand I slowly push a slice

Towards a dog in the corner

The regular diet of my imagination

Are fantasies like this one

I say this quite decidedly out of despair

But I doubt you despair