A Howling Wolf

Wolf

Woman in kind

With shining lights spears

Mind made of pearl

Your unconquered jungles

Your spring bees

Your cold dawn

Your snowy beach

Your warmest noon

Your highest moon

Shines over my desperate darkness

Makes me conquer death

Without dying

& so far I keep staring

Your unconquerable eyes

A wolf. A woman in kind

Woman in eyes

In the middle of the night

I miss them & your perfume

So far, your heat away

So far away

Wolf in kind

Mystery of my proper me.