Sphere or disc, it matters little

What your complex words cry

Into the wind – the only thing that separates us

Not distance, not when:

Your smallest sigh,

Your first breathed sound,

The movement, even, of your lips,

Stirs my heart to action

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And, pumping blood,

In ancient ways you could not grasp

I change before your eyes into arrowed fur and claw

Head stretched on neck reaching into time

Purposeful and sleek beyond your unformed dreams of dog

And watching full of awe as wolf emerged

To hold you, hazel-spelled, with her softened eyes.

Intelligent, now, they guide the ‘snook’

The word you gave the tip of this living arrow

That now, like a lightning strike

Steals the ball from the air before it lands

A second time… waiting…

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To hear, from far behind my vortex tail

Your howl of delight

A noise I taught you, long…