motherwolf

Whispers of night
Shadows come creeping
Dreams swirl
In translucent images shimmering

Mem'ries not lost
Nor forgotten
Drift back in
Like a stampede thundering

A scent
An essence
A taste
A touch

Awake again
Alive again
Tho this darkness
Teases
And these shadows
invoke the curves
Of you

The moon light
Tho pale
might as well be blinding
Like the gleam
it once held
On or bodies
sweat drenched
Entwining

To conjure a solace
on nights such as these
Or surrender my energy
To again hear you breathe

And feel the heat of your skin