The Dancer

No eyes have ever stared into me
the way hers did.
No meeting I can remember so
cosmically connected two souls.
We understood each other perfectly
although we never spoke each other's language.
When I held her, love returned so passionately.
She lay next to me into the cold night,
as if taking the same form of my body,
with such penetrating warmth, she
invaded my dreams with sighs of
sweet breath and a kiss on my head.
All this time,
there was never a pretense,
not one desire but to be mine;
to be there when I needed love;
for the pure want of giving all of herself
to no one but me.
I am a lucky man to have been chosen
by a dog named Dancer.