True Love
He awaits her arrival with nervous glances
Looking in the direction he knows she will come
He shuffles his feet impatiently
Causing the dust from the dry ground to rise around him
He leans slightly against the old wall
Resting first one leg and then the other
His eyes half-closed
He thinks of the goodness she always brings
The sound of delicate footsteps awakes him from his semi-nap
As the sound draws closer he paces in a circle
Such a common ritual stirs excitement from deep within him
He feels her presence long before she arrives
She moves quietly toward him
As he greedily takes into his mouth the sweetness she brings
She caresses his neck and whispers softly in his ear
"Good boy, Joe, good boy"
Billie Williams-2006
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