we come prowling

"absence makes the heart grow fonder"are the words of someone whohas never met a beast like mesheepskin pretender seeking outyour smile,hungry and gleamingcatches my eyes, drawn tocurled hands clawing past skininto howl filling lungswhen words aren't enoughto grapple with the feelingsin every glance, every touchand when there's no reasonleft to prowl, we are lostin little… Continue reading we come prowling