“He puts his cheek against mine and makes small, expressive sounds.
And when I’m awake, or awake enough….
he turns upside down, his four paws in the air
and his eyes dark and fervent.
‘Tell me you love me,’ he says.
‘Tell me again.’
Could there be a sweeter arrangement?
Over and over he gets to ask.
I get to tell.
By Mary Oliver
What You’re Saying