Can i fit into your arms BOI and tell you of the time
a wolf crawled into my body, its sharp eyes becoming mine, the scowl mistaken for a kind smile, the lonely wander in winter woods mine. The wolf’s full moon mouth begged to taste January’s stillness, its sharp bite. i know the space between the wolf’s fullness and my own. BOI, you are whole and fitting to yourself & i’ve asked who this body belongs to, its weighty limbs & dark skin, bleeding wants its stranger mouth. |