Jan 18, 2018
Wolf and Honey
It is the honey,
that drips from my lips,
Rich sweetness running down my throat and inciting my mouth.
It is warm, it is familiar, it is divine.
It is the curly infant,
that I take to the forest for the first time,
giggling as it feels the tickle of fresh cut grass on its bare feet.
It is light, it is playful, it is curious.
It is the wolf,
that stays calm in the wild,
always ready to fletch its teeth and guarding what’s hold dearest.
It is alert, it is lethal, still - it never kills.