howl my name to this yellow witching hour moon
run with me through this enchanted snow ridden forest
we can run with the pack
and go off to explore the many wonders
of this enriched ******* white ground
bury a few bones, catch a deer or two, together.
Creatures of the wind
swift, like a spensarian sonnet
harsh, like the rough seas
cold, as my beating heart
beautiful, as the eyes that stare back into mine
with nothing but instinct and desire behind them