Wolfen

WOLFEN

Warped from incalescence, but I am cleansed by your blaze

Seized by wolfen whiskers, but I want them on my face

I’m answering the race, even though it can’t be called

I’m languishing the moments, you nailed me to the wall

Ablutionary sun, coalesced with murky dust

Revolutionary love, if you peel away the husk

Stimulated half-light, you give off with all your grins

Circulated blood-flow, rushing straight between the hips

Emission? But of course, you can trust I'll handle this

Leaking is an option, but it must be on my lips

Dividing every line, parting every single crease

I want you when you want me, of this you can believe

Those wolfen moves you make, me-on-all-fours, you-on-hind-legs

are the moves that take me there, and without them I might beg

And it’s not only your shifts, It’s your energy I crave

Purifying lovely, keeps me firm when knees would quake

Brother in the wild, straddle, paddle, whistle, whip

You must push it to the hilt, and I’ll take all that you can give

CaS o4.19.2o16

The Trouble with Wild

The Trouble with Wild

The trouble with Wild?

I want him too hard.

He's mixed with instinct,

And not without scars.

He grew in the tumult,

And came to me raw.

He baptized me splendor,

When I thought me flawed.

The desert became,

As a revered home.

Found rest in the spaces,

Bleached as bone.

Locked in the fortress,

Of walls made from sand.

The rule became barren,

And echoed the land.

Yet there, behold thee,

Like a ring on the moon,

Like a ring on a tree,

And a crescent of blue.

He came to me wild,

I christened him free.

He set me as much,

And he reached toward me.

A wind in the breach,

The eyes offered then.

They worked to assault,

The scales of my skin.

For scales became shell,

And sealed me inside,

No letting out.

Abandon denied.

The trouble with Wild?:

Does he want me as well?

Do secrets in forests,

Ever promise to tell?

I crawled and I crawled,

I won't go back again.

Splendor my splendor,

And please let me in.

-CaS

04.16.16