Precious Libby
She lies,
At the foot of my desk,
Curled in her black spiral of fir,
Soft, tender brown eyes closed,
Rear end facing me,
Floppy ears and wet nose always aware,
This awareness is tucked within the memory recesses of her genetic material,
Ready to spring and save me from some unknown prey.
She does know that something is different about me,
Yes, another sense,
My deep contact without eyes,
Kisses with our hearts,
Love,
That humans rarely touch.
You are my Libby girl,
I am your Judy heart,
We meet as one heartbeat.
And your lab self frolics always just for the fun of it,
We are so alike,
Swimming together in bay bliss,
You dive deep,
Into the bay waters,
Come up from the depths,
Strings of seaweed hang from your dripping mouth,
You look deep within my essence,
A silly grin on your doggy face,
“Look mom. Look what I found”!
I hold tight to your steady Lab back,
As you Dash me to the shore,
I am so in love with you Libby girl,
Our depth of communion,
Is known only by us,
By those who see without