Girl with the boots

Reborn in stiff knee-high leather

Reconsumating her marriage with the wild
 
No longer willing to heed the dry collective

to live the mundane

devoid of connection.

Surrendering all pretence     and

yearning  darker rhythms


She knelt hungrily before her lover: the moon

Casting back her feral mane
 
writhing expectantly

she released

"an etheral carnal wail"
     
                   .....twas the sound of the banshee

                                          ready to roam and feast.