melding

half-lidded loping
always sweet and never bitten
i the slither made of shivers
sunken canid on the sunset
tethered bird, your heart in my throat

slip between the ewes and mewl
click the lock and jaw and nail
hook and skin and soak the coat
and root around the pocket picking offal
while it settles til it's silk as second skin
and slip it off the shoulder, off the slope