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