TwoWildWords

--Two Wild--

Grace,
man-i-fest in the midnight,
Seals stares of ravens who
spot
Slits between your skin and my skin
Recede as the cold night turns hot.

Strength,
ev-i-dent in the morning,
Feeds hunt of hungered who
sense
Muscle and sinew in man flesh
Exposed at companion’s expense.


Poise,
vis-i-ble in the daylight,
Locks stance of hunters who
know
Union of two wild creatures
Shall never shatter by bow.


Light,
obv-i-ous still in sundown,
Lingers on watering
pools
And fires the innermost lining
Of twilight’s most auspicious fools.

.MGW.