The wolves howl for you,
and we are breaking our bones in this forest
In this treetop of wants,
in this body full of timber,
in these spaces where you prowl out of the door
and my arms freeze open to the shape of your waist.
like this -
stone cold waiting.
This is how we do:
the beasts cry for you, teeth bared, incisors falling out of their mouths,
snarling guttural at the moon.
I do the same.
I leave my gentle at the door and at your feet.
I leave my surrender wide eyed and holy-mouthed.
You crawl back into our bed sometime after midnight,
blood in your teeth and clutch my hair in your fists
lift me by the neck and taste the back of my mouth
hands around my throat - surrender
we break our bones together.
You take my spine and hold it between your teeth.
Shake and release. Shake and release.
I touch the ground with my toes and you bury all your brutal in places that it cannot be lost.
I hold your face and tender you
and we break our bones together.
— Azra.T “Howl”