Grey Wolf and the Jaguar

Grey Wolf and the Jaguar



Two loves have I and that is true,

two loves and yet I sleep alone.

For one the gold eyed jaguar slips

among the forest boles

like quicksilver seen, unseen,

shining mellow sunshine till the glowing dusk.



She is all. She is all.

Her spirit fills me breast to breast,

lip to lip, nose to nose, hip to hip.

We rise with the sun into the shadows

we run, we run

we are no more than one.



Each pounding heartbeat fills each need.

Each breath demands the next

as we dance through the tangled jungle;

braiding our bodies, braiding our lives,

braiding our spirits and flesh.



There is nothing less than perfection

in her touch, in her motion, in her flesh and fur.

The curve of her neck is the perfect invitation

for the soft caress of my fingers.



I answer her call in whispered screams

as she escapes the coming silvery wolf;

my obsession, my undoing;

the wolf who carries my still beating,

bloody heart in his jaws,

running through the night.

I give chase once more… again…always.



He is warm, my Wolf and strong.

I smell his blood and lust a mile away

and demand a pounding,

pulse killing, muscle pulling, mate-biting fuck.

I have need of his violent ways.

I have need of his darkness.

Darkness I would deny if I could.

I crave his murderous desires.

I hunger in the dark,

in the fullness of the moon,

in the forest of my ancestors.



In his blood he knows he owns me,

as I track him through the night.

His howl is laughter and power

and I hate him for it.

He is beauty and passion and desire.

He is need and hunger,

muscle and marrow and bone.



My love is a disease

and I am cured by the dawn,

as the lovely Jaguar’s amber eyes

slip sleepily open

in my throbbing heart of hearts.

Once more I slip away

into the green golden green.