werewolves

Ah my careless whispers,

hush now.

My silent prayers and poems

begin

in earthbound solidarity.

 

I bore heartbeats

that penetrated

thickness of walls

and impregnated

wriggling shadows.

Tell me, tomorrow will my children

of tangible sweat

remain faithful unto me

till death and desolation?

 

So my naked love,

find me here

amidst thick foliages of Eden

and vipers.

Caress me now

and serenade me with guitar.

Let us bear deep gashes

of our futile lovemaking

in agony and in glee,

in animal instinct.

There is a full moon tonight

calling upon us

to be werewolves again.

Reviews

[SilestaRavenhart]

This is beautiful. It speaks to me, but almost in a way that I cannot understand. The rhythm and vocabulary create a sense of quiet, similar to a lullaby, but it feels somehow sad as well.