A thousand fires
burn in our wolf-moon hearts.
Breathless and unpunctuated we grapple with the shadows.
Our tide driven blood surges and howls beneath the surface of our skin
as if we were the sea, wind goaded and reckless with interlocking tempests.
Together we roam, our feet scorching the earth,
our spirits unbound and audacious.
A perfect dream,
7 thoughts on “Wolf Heart”
I like the passion and fieryness of the images.
I love these:
“our spirits unbound and audacious”
and “grapple with the shadows.”
Thank you =)