Oh the Face
me and my baby Louie V.
Oh, the face —
that simple, silly face.
Eyes of chocolate brown,
deep and soulful,
an underbite so careful,
a soft and smooshed snout.
When he stares,
lingering just a moment longer,
straight into the deepest parts of me,
I pray he knows how much I love him.
Even when he leans his head
against my shins in sleep.
He is tuxedo-painted perfectly,
his love so sweet,
not measured but total —
innocence wrapped whole,
like a child before
good and evil are known.
Such a savior wrapped in fur,
fluff for this withered heart,
thrice dead, yet rising still.
Joy from the Father’s hand,
given as a present to me —
named Louie V,
aka Mr. Snoofles.
I wanted to share joy for a change —
and love.
As always, Dust,
to you,
for you,
from Him,
in me.