Gentle Wolf

breathless
you used to leave me breathless
with my back against the wall
breaking a sweat.
staring up at the moon,
wondering
when will i see your face
when will i see your face, sweet man
when will i see it again and
oh, you haunted me
like a gentle wolf howling in the distance,
always close but never near.

and i longed for your teeth to indulge me
swallow and consume me
i wanted you to clean your plate of me
and beg for seconds, thirds,
fourths even? was your appetite ever that big,
as big as the gaps of breath i lost at the sight of you?
you tell me, sweet man, gentle wolf
was i strong enough bait to keep you salivating?

i'm no longer waiting for your touch
not ready to envelope my face into your fur
you are just too much for me to handle
but not enough as i deserve more
than the footprints, the echoes you left
on my wrists, thighs, confused heart.
clarity speaks willfully to me, sees me eye to eye
unlike the way i always found myself looking up at you
as though i was on my knees begging mercy
while secretly hoping you'd devour me whole

written on August 21, 2008