octopus legs
graze against
a wolf through the haze
passion's ablaze
howling to the moon
in the dimmest of
lights, bodies
stacked and
curving
laying together
in their dark
masses
two animals
intertwine,
intoxication closed
deep in their eyes.
fingers say more than mouths do
words no longer a language that
needs to be spoken.
committing to another work
that is more playful
than painful
and
the outcome
much more satisfying than a
paycheck.
a day when there is no sun
without the moon
because neither wants to
outshine the other.
complimenting each others
form, differences abound
in the sounds of their
creating, maintaining
a life force is more of
a course than a lecture,
writing turns to writhing
as the pens are dropped
to their feet, exposing
much more than
intellectual property woven
into each layer of the room
intermediate communication
is over
revealing all the answers in the
prose.
learning history is repeating
as summer leaves you overheating
the animals which are overflowing
the surface will soon become extinct.
we only have time for actions
there's no more need to re-think.