feeling
pour-
ing out of
me?
I feel it run
threw the
sinews
at the back
of my thighs
flooding my
calves with
thick
currents.
It sits behind my
rib cage and
sings ever so
loudly
calling out a
desire for life
to the
universe.
It turns my
stomach
into a pit
of anticipation
only for the
rawest
tenderest
beauty.
It fears not
the ugly
nor
the grotesque
but welcomes
them to rest
beneath the down
of my lip.
It screams
and howls
from within,
madly into
oblivion
and passes
its energy
on into
life
ad infinitum.
This. Is a
wolf coming
home.
It is
nature's
truest
form of
love.
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