Behold profound expressions of love

Grendel sitting on the floor and staring up at me

Silence knows not these eyes.  They
speak volumes
in every glance,
in each unblinking stare
punctuated with a tail’s twitch.

Your voice only
I know.
Hear fully.

What desires fly in waning light
are incomprehensible to
all but the me of your life,
the I of our bond,
the we of this love.

Speak nothing and
still I know what you think.
Look yon and
still I feel your thoughts
as though
cut upon my flesh
with predator’s claws.

No other can know.


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