For Doc Grizzly: A Most Magnificent Mutt

A poem in Honor of National Mutt Day...

In His Eyes

In his eyes, I am a rock star.
A goddess rock star who can strum the strings of the universe,
With one ­­­­­­­­­­wink.

For him it is not the sun,
That deems the day begun,
It is when I shine and rise,
That the world awakens in his eyes.

As far as I can tell,
He’d rather walk through hell…
With me,
Than through paradise with any other.

In his eyes,
There are only shadows and sighs,
Whenever I’m away.
My absence is a slow, cruel burn,
Only extinguished by my return,
Which is cause for utter elation and celebration.

I never fear he’ll be unfaithful,
It is not in his nature, nor his upbringing.
He was bred to stay with me until the day he dies,

There is only loyalty, in his eyes.
He begs for my affection without shame,
So I stroke his broad chest to tame,
The savage beast.
But one touch is never enough…
He longs for my hands on him always.

Sheer adoration lies,
In his deep, brown eyes.

Above all, one fact stands clear,
Disappointing me is his greatest fear.
He lives to please,
And would die to protect.
He won’t eat, or sleep, or piss without my permission.

For, in his eyes, I am a rock star.
A goddess rock star who can strum the strings of the universe,
With one ­­­­­­­­­­wink.

Now, if I could just find a man that loves me as much as my dog does,
I’d be in business.