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The Breath of Love

She thought

she

was inhaling his love

only

to find

it

was

poison

 

His breath

was

killing

her

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he is a gift

of love

when I am sitting

he lays his head on my foot

tracking me, one eye open

holding me down

when we walk he nudges his snout up against my calve

letting me know he is there with me

obeying the command

when I leave he dashes to the window

upon my return I am greeted with a smile

and a shoe

or a sock

tail wagging

I provide the necessities for him

he gives me so much more in return

always ready for play

or sleep, if we should need a nap

when I talk, he listens

he has mimicked my sigh

he protects us and invites others into our lives

he is pure joy

all 11 kilograms

I keep him close

because he is family

and I love my family