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Dream Wolves

July 22, 2011

You said you longed
to be touched
so I undress you
take your hand
caress your feet
cup the quiet birds
of your breasts
kiss your hermit
fur & silent lips.

Then dream wolves carry
poems & blood meat
in their mouths
I’m not afraid
I’m just scattering
words & images
the way wolves
leave their fur
on brambles beneath
the sun-burnt Moon
whose seas foretell
meetings astrologers
could not predict
the way perfect hands
cup your pensive breasts

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