Her taste,
lingers on my lips
as I stumble forward
dazed
and wounded.
Overcome, shock
as the blood
drains.
Eyes of the wolf,
the world
her den.
Her bite
has
marked me.
As her scent
lingers
I feel
hunted.
Her merciful
predation.
Wild,
tameless.
I am
old enough to know
a creature like that
is no mans
to keep.
Yet part of me
wishes
to be devoured,
whole.
A better death,
I cannot conceive.