Entirely against all probability,
he's sweetness walking.
With everything to lose,
he offers himself freely.
The story of his past
is stacked in loose piles of sticks
spelling out a message that he will be slow to trust
maybe even incapable of forging bonds.
Instead, he presses his small, warm body against me
- an erstwhile stranger -
conforms to the curve of my chest,
breathes his soft doggy sighs close to my heart,
and makes his mark irrevocably there.
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