When we get to heaven
I will know you by your spots -
Like black stars on a white expanse
Winking in the iridescent mist.

Your tongue, rough with ecstasy,
Will melt my cheek.
My laughter and your barking will be music
As we waltz and polka through the sustaining air.

And I will wish things for you there -
Clover and fountains and squirrels
Will appear with my thoughts,
Entertaining you forever…

Now, when my heart keeps rhythm with the clock
(waiting to chime),
And I draw near your warm and sleeping fur,
My hand receives the passing pink blessing of your touch…
And our mystery slowly opens.

1999