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To the Wolf with Velvet Gloves
As his hand wraps around my throat,
I tilt my head back and offer myself to him -
The wolf with velvet gloves
His blue eyes pierce through me
Suspending my soul between perception and reality
All I have left to sacrifice is my heart
He continues to take and I continue to give
Laid upon the altar, naked and alone
The summer sun sparkles on my pale skin
The vultures circle above my head
Like a black halo crowning my darkest secrets
A feast awaits the paragon of patience
My long blonde hair flows freely
As does my blood upon the warm stone
I am most beautiful when I am dying
My heart seasoned with venomous virtues
A thousand times I would offer again-
To the wolf with velvet gloves
I tilt my head back and offer myself to him -
The wolf with velvet gloves
His blue eyes pierce through me
Suspending my soul between perception and reality
All I have left to sacrifice is my heart
He continues to take and I continue to give
Laid upon the altar, naked and alone
The summer sun sparkles on my pale skin
The vultures circle above my head
Like a black halo crowning my darkest secrets
A feast awaits the paragon of patience
My long blonde hair flows freely
As does my blood upon the warm stone
I am most beautiful when I am dying
My heart seasoned with venomous virtues
A thousand times I would offer again-
To the wolf with velvet gloves
Published 28th Sep 2017
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28th Sep 2017 5:41pm
Always feeding the hungers of the wolf. And feeding our own hungers as well. It is an addiction to feed those hungers.
Thank you for the write.
Thank you for the write.
4th Oct 2017 4:14pm
If we don't eat, we die, right? So what other choice do we have? ;) Thank you for your insightful feedback. M~
28th Sep 2017 5:48pm
this is an intense poem with so many layers
your need for him is passionate
& your these lines really hit me so stellar..
"I am most beautiful when I am dying"
wow I'm floored..
breathtaking ink..
love Crim
your need for him is passionate
& your these lines really hit me so stellar..
"I am most beautiful when I am dying"
wow I'm floored..
breathtaking ink..
love Crim
4th Oct 2017 4:13pm
Yes, there are a lot of layers to this piece with a lot of undertone meanings. I am glad you recognized that aspect and connected with it. I too love that particular line as it has so many meanings within itself. Thank you for your kind words. Much appreciated. M~
2nd Oct 2017 8:41pm
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17th Oct 2017 1:35am
This was a tantalizing read! :D You've sparked a howl inside of me- truly giggling with delight! Wonderful imagery :)
25th Oct 2017 4:22pm
22nd Oct 2017 11:00pm
This poem pursued me ... then seized me. ❤️ Especially the velvet gloves ...
25th Oct 2017 4:24pm
Your feedback is appreciated. The reference to velvet gloves is one of my favorite parts too. It is very symbolic of the sweet danger we often find ourselves in. :)
25th Oct 2017 11:19pm
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- Edited 21st Oct 2019 5:45am
22nd Apr 2019 7:41pm
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