wolves pelts

is it possible,
to dream and lay awake?
i know who i think of,
but yet the name i cannot

i see the lights
you lay in your wake.
paint me a shadow
that i may dance with
late into the

your arms are
the only haven i call home
but what is home without
you here? it is not a place
i can see.

walk, bruised and broken
through these battered
bones of this house, still i
walk lightly, careful not to
wake these beasts that
haunt me.

and you are
the dancing figure walking
along the bones in my chest.
these are not the careful wings
of butterflies i called my

instead it is you.
and i know your intentions
this time.


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