Wolfen One
fangs dripping
with bloodlust of
regret, where is it
written that I need a
commitment ring, where
does it say in a vow I hunger
for deception's plate to feed?
frozen paw prints
thaw next spring where
out of bounds motive leaves
no trace in the human heart, do
you think I don't know the names of
all of satan's hounds?
my pack survives
ugly deeds, we grow
new guard tip hairs on
our psychic tails, set out
for new leads, investigate the
sweet honey at the bee hives, do
you think I don't know how to get at
it to eat it, do you think I won't summon
my alpha to seal your fate?
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Peace to you, my dear Sage.