But Does He Love ME?

"Every part of You is
my Treasure,
my Love,"

he says -

running a video
in my head
of a sweet fox boy

looking for Shinies
in a cold, fast running
mountain stream

as he discovers a glinting quartz,
his eyes shine in reply
as he bunches himself up

and pounces

in that flamboyant flying leap
the fox folk do so well
~water flying everywhere~

droplets throwing rainbows
in the sun, a chaos of pure joy

"My own!"

he crows, victorious.

"Of course, Delight. 
Of course, I love you."