It’s the hunger that drives the Wolf and I
out— all across the icy expanse of tundra.
We stop at the edge. Just for a moment.
One look into each other's eyes, both of us
knowing the other doesn’t taste very good.

And so it begins.

Loving you has
become routine

I can’t break
routine, can I?

To be an assassin dispersing
into the crowded city street,
to blend into the masses
with a finger on the trigger—
simply because it’s your first instinct

why must you compare pain
someone can drown in an ocean
while someone can drown in a pond
the point is,
they both drowned

Did you teach yourself to freckle
Or does that all come natural
And do they cover more than just your face

The game that I like a lot
Is the one called connect the dots
Would you like to come back to my place and play

I have some colored markers
From light pastel to darker
As this work of art makes its tender way

If we struggle with the guessing
I could pull out the florescent
Then we could pull down on the shades

If you let me know your secret
I promise I will keep it
A friendly game of connect the dots, what do you say