The temples of the dog…
feed the restless, the lonely, the down and out.
In the massive fields of daisy and blues, always intense…the wanting to move.
The temples of the dog…are indulged in only you.
Latent beauty of kinship rollicking through and through.
Above and below the strictness of un-tethered land, a mystery for both woman and man.
Doubtless, am I, as to nostalgic past, I relish the tussled mane, the hackles…brittle and crass.
Temples of the dog…
‘I watch in awe that such simplicity and speed. Can encompass such great desire to please.’