Anubis

How I yearn to take your hand
and walk with you into other worlds
as I used to do in dreams.
How I miss your coal-black eyes,
and your equally dark fur.
My heart has always been yours.
I trust you.
I have walked willingly with you,
eyes wide shut,
your hand in mine,
leading me down staircases,
over bridges,
through otherwordly doors.
We walked through my mind.

Please give me one last honour when I die.
Walk with me one last time.
Let me caress your furry face like a gentle mother.
And kiss your hand like a noble lover.