He loved her and she loved him
His kisses ****** out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she ******
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered  into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows  pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined  sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face

we are
Brothers not of blood, but of a bond that bleeds
brothers stronger than the boughs of any family tree
brothers truer than any of our parent's sons
brothers that are brothers despite all the hell we've done
brothers more honestly than i can say to all my kin
brothers
we are brothers, despite the color of our skin
brothers, ever, the color of our hearts the same
brothers, loyal, brothers, through the final days

Dragon awake ye, rise and ye may find
that dawn has had it's day, and night it lies behind
morning comes again and with it brings the sun
reminding us of flames, remembering we've done
all it takes to bank the ash, and to see our flames won
one day say we as we walk here in this wasted wood
lumber past the trees, see that though it's dark it's good
keep walking through and pass a pond that's feeding from a stream
fresh water midst the tangled trees - like brotherhood it seems
remember that though lone we walk - true in a sense or way
still with brothers by our side stand we loyal to this day
through many wars and battles fought and many won or lost
this bond 'bove blood has grown by bound, but at no little cost
the price we pay is loyalty and always standing firm
passing on wise words we've heard and lessons that we've learned
call each other on our bluffs and blindnesses, even on our weaks
stand up and with our armored hide, shield each other's breaks
that my strong may be your weak and your strong become mine
that together, we like dragons stride, armored every side
It is together we will war the world and win
defeating every enemy that raise or rise against
but battle foam may eager fly from our every scale
and fiery, painful, brutal be our battle against hell
but raise we with our talons true and truth held in our gaze
It is a noble war and one, that we chose to wage

The path is crooked, long and pained,
but brother wolf walk on
for if it's rained, return we not,
all we walk is vain

The path is crooked, long and pained
the rain obscures the trail,
the scent of prey's not in the air
soaked fur and hanging tail
your dripping eyes and looming gait
tell of your arduous walk
but brother wolf walk on, walk on,
walk on and we will talk

of romance and naivete and hearts that come undone
of moonlit night when flames we met, of sparks and summer suns
live wild and young and free and bold
listen well that you may hear
this hunt, it only passes once, as seasons **** the year
but lone we aren't though wolves we are
and loyalty lies between
these wolves whose pack is not of blood
but of a bond that bleeds

vision may obscure we by the foolish or the brave
by Russian waters, or by lights, from fool's fake flame's that blaze, by passions that we crave
but through it all and by the path when by the way exhaust
your brother stops in passing by and howls "not all is lost"

for today and through the night and through the future fair
be we brother's deathly strong and princes of the air
wolves with wings and sharpened claws and hardened hides to match
we one may fly and one may dive and one day have our catch

after all we walk this path through mazened woods and sky
and after all, and after all, we'll walk it til we die

disorder from an aerial view , the other's taken turns
that crooked lead and path diverge and do our purpose spurn
warn with a whistle, call and care, "that turn will harm our dream"
give advice and give it quick, revealing everything
where brother's blind his brother eyes see not what things seem

the turning trails and easy paths left open to our paws
the trails that take  no pain to walk no effort, none at all
are oft the ones that easy take and lead our hearts astray
begin to kindle fickle flames that tomorrow die away

let not our hearts nor paws nor wings nor looks be knocked aside
but be we steady in the brotherhood and steady in our stride
steady in our dreams, and steady be in nights,
steady in our running, steady peering down from heights

the path is crooked, long and pained
but brother wolf, walk on
for if it's rained, return we not
all we walk is vain

so brother wolf, walk on . . .