She Wolf by Stephen Bone

She Wolf

Sleepless nights I slip
from the huntsman’s side –
a silent dependable type –

then walk the forest path
with my familiar ache
burn

for those citrine eyes
that loll of tongue dashing fangs

swear the breeze
still brings to me the tang
of his meaty pant
echo of his moonlit howl
as it tugs

at my red cape
mothed to a flimsy caul


Stephen Bone has been published in various journals in U.K
and US. His work is forthcoming or has recently appeared in The Dawntreader, Sarasvati
and Elbow Room Poetry.
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