Wolf

sweet deer---

muse of all muses.

dressing gowns---

grown man.

my dark eyed star

dark blue heart

i will sketch you

i will slur you

and sing you

you godly thing you.

fetching---

i will hula hoop your smile

and bake you into bread

i will bathe in a river

crying your friendship---

crying our love

that was too hard for either of us.

i will wake up with your words in my mouth

they will be in another language.

my boy who lived with wolves

you came into my life

matted and wild

you would have slept in the trees

but instead you slept in a well made bed

just to sleep next to me.