letter to a werewolf

the deep, blue-robed sky
is lazily tied at the hips
with a sash of clouds
shifting in the breeze

tree frogs sing
owls call out
the moon unveils
i am just
a wild thing
among them

my bare footfalls sound
soft against the asphalt

the wind and then
your patient breath
graze my pale skin

you were always near
keeping pace beside me

you saw me glow in the dark


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