Annabella
she mirrors my movements with her eyes
slow and calculated
darting then stopping
and she looks at me
knowing she is my end all
like velvet in the sun
she strethes out on the sofa
and i tell her
she is my only love
my best friend
my sweet soft dream
i remind her
of how i held her in the palm of my hand
only a few weeks old
smelling of horses and milk
and she wraps herself around me
soft and gentle
and licks the top of my nose
as precious as the first time i saw her
Copyright © Patricia Koch | Year Posted 2005
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