Wolf was wild at 33,
She spread her deadly novelties
And told me there was chemistry
My bare brown eyes still couldn’t see
She spread her love out
Like disease
And left me
Floating in a puddle.
Softly. I floated. Raindrops dressed me.
I changed color. So long before I faked
A drowning death.
Wolf was wild at 33;
She took my young bones
And she spread her tomes of knowledge
Out for me. She made me read, ’til
I could see
My brownish eyes began to peel,
Wolf took my strong bones
And she squeezed
Whatever conscience
Then was real.
Wolf was wise,
She told me too
That I would grow, to be…
But kissing me on my nose,
Still let me know
Her home was no place for me.
Wolf is still out there. I still see the shadow of her legs
Crossing over, and interruptingÂ
The moonlight reflection
Over my lil puddle grave.
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