6x7

used to wondered if
you could leash a wolf
 
then I found the texture of your words
 
they hit me as a howl to a shrouded moon
a call to black urges that crawl
through the psyche in lycanthropic torment
 
the crackle of brush through the dark
when we run through the night
the waft of prey as we flee humanity
join the fray of our wilder natures
 
the scent of you
overpowers reason
I want to pin you to the ground
growl at your throat
until you yield
until you bend and twist
beneath my administration
thick fur and beauty mine
 
until all that’s left of us
is rutting breathlessness
your territory marked
in feral hedonism
the bruises I left  
are a stain that
make you ache
 
in the aftermath
I whispered a curse
 
they could never be me