Shifting and parting in jaw vermilion,
Wolf, with your
metal velvet crest,
heave tonight thy
shallow chest
through deepened trough,
the movement of your breathing rough - in
edgy shoulders I
grow older and over you, yet
monster now beneath my bed
I've grown to love thy heavy head
So when I drop my palm to you,
press your mossy muzzle to
the spaces in my DNA
of helices unwinding
the breath between is binding
and it's there I've grown no older, Wolf
it's there I find my comfort -
in thy wounded, sloping shoulders.















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And I like the atmosphere of this piece.
it's dreamy fantasy antique, and the words are mostly soft... actually, this describes velvet quite well.
I'm intrigued, that's really interesting.
xo!
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of helices unwinding
The imagery and tone of this piece are amazing!
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