If you call out and
he responds, follow the boom
of an oaken door swinging closed
to the silence of the world.

If you reach out and
he grabs your hands, you will feel
the hours of a thousand labours.
Home Reno Hercules.

If you fold into his arms
and he holds you near
be lulled by the iron hooves of
Diomedes stampeding inside.

If you breathe deeply and
his essence coats your veins
tilt your head towards the sun
and taste *** on his skin.

If you mould your shaking hands
along his back, unpick the corded
muscle that is wound tight around
his heart.

If you graze his navel and chest
the rumble of an Alpha roar will sound
in his blood, and will rattle through your
fingers.

A living David, carved and cut from the
bones of father, and blooded by mother.
Storms war inside his mind.
Mountains cower in his shadow.
Oceans riots in his veins.

Man and Monster both.