Love is a dog sleeping
With his paws around
Your forearm
And his head on your antecubital space
Next to you on the floor
In the middle of the darkness
When you are so sick
That the fever of the night
Is making you perspire
While you lie there still anyway
Because he just went to dream land
As you can tell by his little jerks
So you stay there breathing for as long as you can
In the heat of the dark
Thinking of how you are both
Getting older
Him about 80 years
You at 55
Glad both of you are still alive
As the time passes by
Your stomach growling
Hungry starving this cold
Love is a dog sleeping
Silver to silver
Shining like gold.