Wolf Willow

In your wildest of mind
dressed in your fairest furs
there was a lightness of air
breathing in through the patio door

It was a silvery air singed at the tip
onto which I set your imagined life
style was served as it danced away
and I was enlightened by the weary trip

In moments across the patio door
your furs wrestle with Wolf Willow
whilst mine sing with lavender bees
these wildest of minds locked through the summer screen

Wrinkled in obligation
you built a wall against the damned wind
locked out the smell we couldn’t devour whole
to keep our fur clean and sweet.


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