Wolf Cigar

I was dancing

without the music set on

come shine rational

smoky lights!

Let no sound, no voice

no rules tell us how we move

only lips, of yours

and between mine

enjoying a wolf cigar

because when the end comes

isn’t this what we want to scream

by our heart?



I was howling


I summon my pack of wild ones

it’ll be wicked

amongst who we are and were


Under a calling moon

becoming what we may be

respected for our own skin

and freedom.


Image courtesy: Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

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