moon-wed

Warm and sunny morning in mid July,
the air filled with sound of birds singing
and the silence of distance from adulthood.
Walking through a forest, the rays of sun biting my eyes,
the path leading upwards the mountain side, forwards in time.
Green leaves, cool breeze, fresh and young,
the song of us was just being made up.
Purple flowers and morning dew,
up my spine they go, just like you.
A meadow in the past,
where i first got to be enchanted by your eyes,
the animal, the wolf, the hunt.
One day in one summer, the sky was pure blue,
and your touch was pure white hot iron on my skin, enprinting.
The song you sang about thrills and stars,
about plains of freedom, your hand in mine.
The song i sung about running and dancing,
about kisses and the moonlight.
They entertwined into one.
The grass and soil below our naked minds,
the solitude in each others arms,
one word vibrating forwards into my eyes, love.
And then the day had passed
and we turned pale under the moon’s stare,
below the stars we became animals in each others embrace.
Running and reveling through the moon lit plains,
electric howling, my paws all over your back,
your teeth all over my neck,
tounge to tounge,
moan to moan,
song to song,
the smell of youth’s vigor
and blooming flowers through our nostrils
and this bed made of grass,
under the stars,
moon-wed we have become.
Your eyes staring into mine,
sparkling in our light,
here we will stay
until we die.