Being Loved

I sometimes wish I had your animal magnetism,
reading on the couch, two warm dogs nestling
next to me, a sweet sleeping dog face on every
side, making me feel comforted – and it was only
because you had gone to bed, when you are here
nobody else stands a chance, all animals flock to
you, I am convinced you exude a kind of magic

I have been looking for dreams all over, seeking
comfort against dark thoughts, and you are just
happy sitting and breathing and being loved, even
wild animals like hyenas and birds come to you
unbidden, you can touch them without flinching,
and I madly look for the inner peace and calm
that is natural to you; I am one of the animals

I am also drawn to your side, you enchant and
delight by your being, your total joy in existence,
your refusal to enter lies and deceit, the warmth
of your trust and love – and look, once again I
have deserted the dogs to type a poem about
you instead of staying with them on the couch,
I have too much to say, think too many things

Maybe this is the reason I found you, without a
searching mind I would not have discovered your
magnetism and sweet love, though I wish I were
like you, two of a kind might have been too much,
me being an airy dreamer and creator of visions
might be just the right one for you, you being the
root that supports my soap-bubble thoughts

Keeping my body alive so my spirit can soar and
bring back so much more to enrich our lives…