She is more than a dog
She is the world to me,
the one who is allowed
To sleep beside me — she
Who’s wet nose is forever a
favorite memory
Who listens intimately
to all I say
The sweet murmur of
Her whine, the contented
Sigh that makes my own
Heart beat fast
If I meet
Her suddenly after a long
Parting I can’t
Speak — my tongue is broken
A thin flame runs under
My skin; seeing nothing,
I am all love and
kisses now
My body surges and what
Now runs through my veins is
Not blood but
Pure love.