She read my piece dogs and children and asked  So    which am I

she was particularly tiny

in proportion to myself  

and I wasnt that tall

 

I knocked her out of her shoes one evening to  finally  take in her full measure

she always wore heels

and helping her back to her feet

barefooted

shed nearly have to jump to make five feet

--   And you are

--   Im four-nine

--   Thats a proper dwarf aint it

Arent you

--   You ever seen a dwarf built like me

--   You

nothing came out of her mouth it swung open   she blinked rapidly  but not to keep tears

No

Ive never seen a dwarf built like you

and she was built

                                she was built as if a mad scientist or raving magician took a voluptuous Amazon and shrunk her

like cotton fabric from a dryer set to too hot a heat

the reason he was attracted to her was his wonderment of how she packed  all of that  onto a frame that was scarcely larger than a childs

she zigged and zagged and plummeted in all the right place

                 

she was nipped and taut and terrific

terrifying  

                if you compared her to women of normal stature who genuinely couldnt hold a candle to her

but for the Grace of God or a sensational plastic surgeon

--   No  You havent

--   I have not

--   So you didnt mean to offend me  or be spiteful

--   Baby                                                 

Never crossed my mind

she crossed her arms over her chest and her breasts pushed against each other like two drunks bellying up to a bar when the House bought one for its clientele

a Mexican stand off

she insisted she was Portuguese

she was brown her hair was thick and black teeth white

all sorts of things started crossing his mind   and his musings must have gotten caught in my eyes  screens for the whirling projector inside his skull

--   Aw baby  What I must do to you

--   Then quit talking and do

she laughed deeply a laugh that couldnt possibly come out of her  but did

and she did

she uncrossed her arms

unbuttoned her blouse

unclasped her front hasp

then with her garments sensually curved around the sides of her breasts she began unbutton his pants

--   Watch

he could barely see her hands for her breasts

he went to touch her

she rolled her shoulders withdrawing them from his hands

Patience

Watch

then exposed  she took him in hand

Do you see

he looked but his seeing was bobbled by his banging heart and quickening breath

Do you see

she took him with one hand then the other and back and forth gently tugging and feeling

See

Look

he looked though it seemed to strain his eyes 

Do you see how  big  you look

in my small hands

 

her breasts werent small in his hands

and fondling each other

their mouths and tongues moving on the others

she leaned back away from him

he grabbed her by the ass and lift her onto his cock

her nipples taut

her head thrown back
 

                                        So   which am I 
A bitch  or a child

if he said he couldnt hear what he said

his blood pounded in his ears her breasts jerked with his thrusts her hands around the back of his neck

either  jailable offences  

                                         erotically upping the thrill

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dogs and children

Dogs and children sound the same alarm

different tongues

                              but the same alarm

maybe he ought to distinguish that a little better

dogs were dogs   alert  even while they sleep

children

               the dull ones

destine to be worthless   

                                         brusque to be sure  but an honest assessment

havent the breeding a mutt does

its been breed out of them

while sharp children make dogs heel

they innately recognise the difference

                                                                those children suspect

then suspicions confirmed

they seek to be apart

gather their own clans
  

                                       unmercifully

as children honestly are

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a good looking word

words often turned his head like good looking women

                                                                      

and words that yanked his head around  like those rare times by even more attractive women
he couldnt help but submit

it would be against his nature not to and if there is one thing he learned very early   as a boy   it was to submit

an elderly artist he befriended advised him

some young men  when asked  who their male role model was growing up  often  a kneejerk response
they replied their fathers

in the company of those young men he really wondered  then wondered out loud

if in fact their role models were their fathers 

his wasnt

and as often as he heard  or made the question himself  it seemed  increasingly so  he was an odd bird who did not

and he wondered if they werent just riffing because others may have spoken before them or they didnt wish to seem ungrateful to their fathers because their fathers had supported them as boys and teenagers

not to see their fathers as their role models was sacrosanct

even if he aligned the question with the preface  your mother and father chose to have a baby  and you happened to be their child

few budged

and even more became irate with him  accusing him very nearly of patricide

What kind of Man are you they demanded

being he was eminently confrontational   he went to his very shallow wishing well for his two replies  An honest man

My own man

it seemed fanatical how some men threw themselves at him because they felt he slighted them

when all he did was answer  frankly  what they asked him

his artist friend  then  also advised him to expect the anger or resentment

but to always  always  remain true to exactly who he was

there was less trouble in that than to be inauthentic

in light of this much walked path  bearing few other footprints besides his

his head got ripped around

axiom

[ak-see-uh m]

noun

         1. A self-evident truth that requires no proof

so perhaps its the ‘see’ part of its pronunciation which alludes to truth requiring no proof

and sounded remarkably like a soundbite or peeling bumper sticker

he couldnt remember the last time outside of mathematics he met anyone who uttered  axiom 

                                                                                                                                                          not a soul

he was attracted to its [aks] part

as he was attracted to sharp brutal implements that were strictly no nonsense and forged to do a particular job

do it well  and could be used again and again

if it became dull   it could be worked with a steel or grindstone  honed  and sharpened bright to be used again  proficiently(when was the last time hed heard that word from someones mouth)

he was something of an [aks]

probably why he was attracted in the first place

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