amant-du-loup

You ask for a poem Yet, you ask for the world In words wrapped upon my tongue In sultry, gauzy webbings For how can my poetry practice its craft In light of the brilliance of your gaze That blinds out all reason Purging plans, history, stories Leaving only the needy now To push our hearts, our bodies into each other. You ask for a poem To move and to woo Yet all I can manage is to stuggle valiantly In the deepest sea of you Who have molded my heart, my countenance To match your look of longing, your self-same desire To feed itself. Is this a form of self-love, this loving of you? In taking in your stories, your past, your laughter, Do I