she came to me as a riddle a mystery like a poem with some art something that could never be … Continue reading just felt
Her breath quickened Arching her back Her hips meeting mine in rhythm Her eyes searching and wild Parting her lips … Continue reading la petit mort
my mama bore a son with a mouth like a gun teeth blood-stained red spitting words like hot lead searching … Continue reading wolf’s heart
… still searching for my saturday night girl really wants that sunday morning kind of love. – spiritwolf Continue reading i want a sunday kind of love
Regardless of the power that men like to think they hold in the world all of the kings and captains … Continue reading for the divine mother
I still listen for the soft sounds you would make in the morning when you’d wake – spiritwolf Continue reading missingyoumissingme
“There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask “What if I fall?” Oh … Continue reading what if…?