One
night withers to her pull
pink panther upon the prowl
alone the wolf
transversed in a hearse drawn howl
a wilderness of one
relegated and isolated
a biting bohemoth
born to run
in the distance,
war torn eyes witness
shimmers seducing from her grace
across an open gate
swung out
she glowing as he awaits
ne'r to bend
her very graze,
hyphenated
an empty haze
awoken
stare not stolen from her face
titillating
and taken aback
a second
and a third,
time
to rewind
if only I was a bird
and could peck out those eyes
flapping my golden wings
nesting near your threaded roost
touching cheek to cheek
but be forewarned
of that and this
the wild wild wind
and the hail
leading the call of the lord
where lovers
leap
and keep
quarters close
sink not into the valley of the night
nor play within the thorns
bleeding out in the thickets
rise up when he rises
shine down when he shines
release now
all the flowers from their bed
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