I am a wolf now having been thrown to the ground
I became a wolf that didn’t need the full moon for determination
My howl is but an echo that speaks a million years of hunger
If only the sound of tenderness could be heard, the smell of love on my skin
You would have embraced the wolf that resides within you sooner.
Once a month I growl and with the glowing moon my bones crack
To vent emotions that I refuse to face when I’m human.