Re-reading old journals.

April 29, 2020


Your eyes are dark stars

Ochre wells of kindness

and in a second, tigers

devouring me with bites and kisses




So lucky to have loved a wolf,

but I am a sleeping one,

and cannot play the sheep.

Two wolves loving draws blood.




October 16th, 2019

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