Wet Grizzly

In a circle of friends, in a circus of beasts. On a trek, a caravan, safari.
A costumed Rose shows me her lion, then a man holding a lamb whose fleece shines black and copper. Every person seems to have their signature animal... not like a pet, like a partner.

Monstrous grizzly, the river stinking precedes him. Others shrink back in a mixture of fear and repulsion. The bear graciously hauls his body and his pounds of dripping fur toward me, holding his arms out to embrace. I see his belly, rubber white, dripping.

Although I was somewhat turned off by this bloated humanoid belly, I let him take me in, holding for a long time, sopping and bonding.