love poem for an injured wolf

Your bones into mine

Spread out like candlelit halls

A dark vastness stilled.

Your tongue in my mouth

A wet flame engulfing me

Dark petering out.

My blood in your blood

Oil of your oil on white canvass

We wane as moon hyde.

We slept in sheepskin

Wolf inside lamb wailing

I am vast like the hall inside a cello.


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