Dangerous Woman
I like this poem, so I’m posting it again hoping it might attract some nearby friendly she-wolf, howling at the same moon!
Poised on the end of the couch hugging a pillow,
She crouches in the center of her den.
The She Wolf laughs and shows me her teeth
Just in case I hadn’t previously noticed them,
When I first walked into her space…
Seeking shelter from my private storms
of deadly sunshine and circumstances.
Her eyes assess me with a playful indifference,
She casually tosses her shaggy dark mane.
As if to say, “Go ahead, try and pet me;
If you have no further use for your hands”.
I assume that she needs no male for paternal protection.
So I sit and I read her poetry, instead of fleeing…
The sight of dried blood on her coat,
In the vague hopes that my painted words will quell the risk of instinctual savagery.
I try to make friends with her teeth and soothe her worried brow.
“Look, I’m a lone wolf too”
So, as if to prove the point, I howl at the moon and the
Diamond stars above us.
Outside the cave of my rising desire’s expectation.
I let the moon consume my aimless thoughts of senseless direction.
This seductress has already seduced me
With the arch of her haunches and her scent of bare-tooth savagery
The she-wolf cackles in delight at my wary fascination.
I try to remain calm, still, and open like a book.
I do want to be read by her, but gently, fondly, tenderly.
Lest she succumb to her bone-instinct and devour me!
igorgoldkind
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