My Mate

by

Silverwolf ©



My Mate


She lies amongst scarlet roses
Brown eyes squinting in the morning sun
Watching me pull weeds from the delicate blooms

Her body shines like fresh cracked coal
The snowy throat throbbing with her pulse
Leather snout testing the fragrant breeze

Clipping the best buds, I turn for the house
Her trotting ahead
Slim tail flagging my path

Inside, she leaps in her chair
To watch me arrange stems in a crystal vase
On the table we share

I take time with the roses
Her roses
Planted the day she came to me

Funny, she walks through them every day
As if she knew, understood
Perhaps she does

She knows she’s my mate
She made me hers
With a kiss

She lies in the sun
Under her roses
Some day I’ll join her there


silverwolf



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