i am driven by the brilliant storms
on the open plains of my being

flat open fields of endless thoughts
endless movements

like the heart of a churning sea

you can see it in my eyes
when i want you to watch me

i am a different kind of animal then what you might be use to


when your shadow falls unnoticed by others
filling the small places within you
where light will not enter

i desire it
like it was the center of you
and not the edge

i drink it in my hands pure
like a river of life
staining my mouth my neck
till i have your scent

i am a different kind of animal then what you might be use to


you know of the beast of man
the paradox of human emotion

it is now my religion
my heaven my hell

you are what has kept me
since before the world knew of us
when where you stand was nothing
but dust and time around an infant sun

from there i was to exist
because you were to exist

i am a different kind of animal then what you might be use to

amazing wolf great work..