Since the first night I spent asleep in his words,
the most moving words I’ve ever read or heard;
I fell fast asleep inside unfamiliar relief,
to the lullaby spun from the lungs of this beast;
I slept like a baby while he read softly to me,
he brought me safety from the Carnivorous Things;
He recognized the burdens heavily anchored to my name,
he easily lifted the tolling weight from my weary frame;
If he ever wonders, he will never wonder why,
he wiped countless tears from under my eyes;
Era il capo di uno degli ultimi branchi di lupi.
he was the very last of his kind, understandably;
All I want to reach for are his words as they float by,
as I swoon at the slice of moon that hangs inside his eyes;
Since the time that he first folded me – buckled at my knees,
his strokes were long – humming songs, growling protectively,
his poetry had the melody to make me forget that I am weak,
captivated by a scent, and took up the chase to hear him speak,
Giggled schoolgirl, sprinkled sparks of nice, clean jealousy…
that beast: he gave me nothing, left me holding so many things.
HATFM for our brother.
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HATFM, Lionheart.
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