maiden

trace your poetry soaked lip

along the seams of my barren heart

dip your crystal gilded feather quills

in my blood

and scrawl on the parchment

of my skin

drown me in the departing warmth

of the sinking menacing sun

bathe me in your silvery glow

o maiden of the moon

fire of my loins

lady of the night

and perhaps i might learn

to gaze upon your unearthly face

on dark velveteen nights

amidst the howling homesick wolves