puddles

Posted on September 10, 2015 by eteal

i pick him up

he smells like loam and earth

he smells like truth

presto in arms black cat

and he pours himself over my arms

like a puddle of black ink.

He pours Himself over my arms

and into my heart.

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About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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