His silver fur shines in moonlight. My armor
weak and pallid, offers no more resistance
than a thatch of decayed, gray coconut leaves
to a crumbling mud hut.
With golden shine in his eyes
he looks at me, and I at him with my
Can he see my sins? I hope not.
My hands red with blood of the past
guilts of the present, and
deeds of future.
Do I see a smirk in his face? His white teeth shining?
Does he read my mind?
The kiss of air slowly undulates my hair.
There’s madness in his eyes
as he reads my darkness
with his golden, shimmering
I see the wolf in me, his voice gruff,
his teeth bare, his furs white
his paws red.
Who’s that he holds in his grips?
Who’s that he tears flesh
from? Lying motionless, in a mass of