Waiting for her wolf
pen me a memory
of a gypsy wolf
dark golden fur
streaking across forest
thick of bird cries
piercing marsh-waisted oak trees
set her pulse
beating madly as red moon climbs
& rides the sky
hard, there's no holding back
hunger in eyes nor claws
aching for hard flesh & raw blood
spill on white pages
her ravishment of night, musky & salty
split her thighs
into hundred aching valleys, thrilling
to chase & mayhem,
storm of release & splendor of
rending boundaries apart
they are hers alone to mark & own
or lose
to the one true love who always set her free
frame by frame
capture this moment, poignant as last kiss
she is my kindred spirit
caught in glass cage, wintered by
fa d i n g
m e m o r i e s
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~ I fear losing this voice, my other persona ~ Thanks for indulging me & wishing you happy weekend ~
