Wolf Moon

Weird Poetry

Wolf eyes

Gazing at the wolf moon

With a howl stuck in my throat

And a carnal spell tangled in my fur —

A spell of lust-borne clawing suspended in drops of moon sheen,

And dollops of star-spewed sky

All tangled in my fur,

All tangled in me.

A shiver breaks the stillness of my skin

As I stand on shards of milkwhite crystal,

Grated from the snow-packed heavens,

Gazing at the wolf moon

With a howl stuck in my throat.

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👽❤

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*** What… no blood, Angel Eyes? ***

*** There is no shortage of blood. Also… the January full moon is called the “Wolf Moon”! I will be doing some wolf things and some moon things these nights of fullness and feminine energy. ***