He snuggles a little tighter into me tonight
The first few cooler days and
my feet always get cold before the rest of my body
Some time between then and now,
I fell asleep.
His wet nose pushes my rib and he readjusts
He breathes out a loud sigh
Too loud for a twenty four pound dog
For a eleven year old dog
I wake,… have you ever jolted carefully?
So he doesn’t move, so he doesn’t wake
Because precious night
Precious few nights.
My feet are still cold
even though
I’m a little warm now,
the dog blanket I’m sleeping under
My cold feet and preciousness of this moment
Remind me of you
My cold limbs found their way to your warm back,
Part mischief
Part comfort
All selfish
You never ask questions
Awake or asleep.
Nights after that, your warm feet always find the
science-defying
Source of hard coldness
That are my toes
I ask questions though
Right before I fall asleep and
Right after I wake up
What are you thinking?
Who are you?
Where did it go?
Why?
Who woke whom up?
Can warmth fix this?
Who is colder?
Why are my feet still so cold?
What time is it there?
Should I wake you up?
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