Howl

Owls
flying
in the white night skies
of my bones.

Wolves
rampaging in the red forest
of my blood.

Rising
tides of desire
washing over my rocky soul
and leaving their salt
on my lips.

Night time.
Black curtains.
Dark room.
Alone with you.
How pleasant it is when
you are are my full moon.

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