past two nights, the dog sleeps with me.
past two nights, I sleep with the dog.
I know that every dog training manuals say it is wrong.
But the dog is laying beside me on the duvet.
And me, I wanted there either.
There was already, when black voices wanted biting my nights.
He has seen, lights, darkness, fondling, dislikes, hopes.
My dog sleep on my nights.
It shows its teeth into nightmares.
He barks at shadows.
It is a celebration of dreams.
He welcomes with joy and just right,
lick their fingers,
pricks up his ears to hear it better,
tilts his head to better understand them.
My guide dog the star of my nights on my heart.
E.
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