Lupine

You belong in a forest,

Where delicate pines sway

In a bitter wind,

And all is silent in the day

But for the sudden crack

Of the freezing sap - 

And when the moon is high,

The wolves will howl

At the silver disk, hanging

In the star-strewn sky.

I wish I could gaze in real time

Into those dark and lupine eyes,

That seem to see right through my soul,

Greying-blue like stormy skies.

I would run my fingers

Through your tawny mane,

Tangled in embrace, I think

That you would seek to do the same.

You look at me as if you know,

All my secrets, but do not care

How imperfect I clearly am,

Or how much I choose to share.

And something I value in a person,

Is seeing things within their eyes,

Your image speaks a thousand words,

And tempts my mind to fantasize...