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Poetry News Post #6097

Wolf

Written by: Boundless Ilira Starling, Heiress to the Song
Date: Friday, October 27th, 2023
Addressed to: Everyone


What do you hunt, wolf,
In the heat waves of this summer afternoon?
What do you hear, wolf,
In the melody of this kismet tune?
What do you see, wolf?
Between me and the moon?

I think we both knew then and there
That it would be me and you

I felt you in my blood long before you touched me
Felt you in my body long before you fucked me
Felt you in my soul long before you loved me
I still feel you
You
You

I remember how we spoke the language of skin
Saying with claws and teeth what we wouldn't give in
No way to know where you end and I begin

The way you Showed me your hell and I gave you my heaven
The way your eyes inspired this major seven

How my heart would bite its tongue as I bit yours
The difference between beasts and gods,
You on your knees and me on all fours

Come back with me

Bloody me
Sully me
Take me down and muddy me
Nobody needs to know what we do in each other's company

Least of all your princess
Don't pretend, you know my worst is her best

Far be it from me to admit
That I ache to be the smoke between your lips, the gloves on your hands, the ashes at your fingertips
How could I help it?

You were lightning in a world of water
And I wanted to be what you howl for
And I couldn't deny you at my door
I'd never deny you

I know there's so much you won't say to me
So lay hands or lay waste to me
If there's one thing I'll do in this dream
It's be with you
You
You

Now that we're gone for good,
Writhing under my riding hood
Run away with me in this wood
Forget every could, should, would
If you are my end, and I am your world,
Swallow the sun and salt the earth, wolf

Because it was love
The wild-eyed and windswept kind
The weeping, moaning, gnashing kind
The whips and chains and lashing kind
The write all this just to rid you kind

I tire of this, wolf
Of writing and crying for a ghost
Of aching for the rawness of this want that lesser loves cannot broach
But before I give you more than you can hold

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
And I miss you
And I love you
And I leave you

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Scarlatan, in the year 930 AF.


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Poetry News Post #6097

Wolf

Written by: Boundless Ilira Starling, Heiress to the Song
Date: Friday, October 27th, 2023
Addressed to: Everyone


What do you hunt, wolf,
In the heat waves of this summer afternoon?
What do you hear, wolf,
In the melody of this kismet tune?
What do you see, wolf?
Between me and the moon?

I think we both knew then and there
That it would be me and you

I felt you in my blood long before you touched me
Felt you in my body long before you fucked me
Felt you in my soul long before you loved me
I still feel you
You
You

I remember how we spoke the language of skin
Saying with claws and teeth what we wouldn't give in
No way to know where you end and I begin

The way you Showed me your hell and I gave you my heaven
The way your eyes inspired this major seven

How my heart would bite its tongue as I bit yours
The difference between beasts and gods,
You on your knees and me on all fours

Come back with me

Bloody me
Sully me
Take me down and muddy me
Nobody needs to know what we do in each other's company

Least of all your princess
Don't pretend, you know my worst is her best

Far be it from me to admit
That I ache to be the smoke between your lips, the gloves on your hands, the ashes at your fingertips
How could I help it?

You were lightning in a world of water
And I wanted to be what you howl for
And I couldn't deny you at my door
I'd never deny you

I know there's so much you won't say to me
So lay hands or lay waste to me
If there's one thing I'll do in this dream
It's be with you
You
You

Now that we're gone for good,
Writhing under my riding hood
Run away with me in this wood
Forget every could, should, would
If you are my end, and I am your world,
Swallow the sun and salt the earth, wolf

Because it was love
The wild-eyed and windswept kind
The weeping, moaning, gnashing kind
The whips and chains and lashing kind
The write all this just to rid you kind

I tire of this, wolf
Of writing and crying for a ghost
Of aching for the rawness of this want that lesser loves cannot broach
But before I give you more than you can hold

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
And I miss you
And I love you
And I leave you

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Scarlatan, in the year 930 AF.


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