Surrender the Wolf
September 19, 2006
I will come to your cabin of singing streams
to surrender my hunger at your ancient stone
table.
I will sip of your sweet wine
upon your moss covered ground
and drape my arm along your chest,
Your heart in my cupped hand.
Blue
In Green will waft and swim beneath our canopy of night,
Your breath rising and falling beneath my cheek.
I breathe, "Shall we dance?" against your neck,
while my fingers trace tiny circles along your wrist.
~*~Ophelia~*~
