Jan 21, 2020
for a close friend
She was a wolf.
One that could sink her teeth,
thirsty for blood, deep into your skin.
She was also a lover.
One of the most delicate,
The kind that laid in meadows and put flowers in your hair.
The kind that made you stop and appreciate beauty.
She was deadly and delicate.
She was more than her extremes,
She was more than the category you put her in.
She was a work of art
That no one ever figured out.