wolf’s heart

my mama bore a son

with a mouth like a gun

teeth blood-stained red

spitting words like hot lead

searching eyes that feed desire

breath like whiskey and wildfire

with a poet’s soul and a wolf’s heart

unafraid to be alone out in the dark

always searching for truth in the light

howling songs of love to the moon at night

with an animal hunger for the wild and the free

and finding the others undomesticated like me

– spiritwolf