Wednesday, July 12, 2017


there's a ten-thousand-mouthed monster
and she's tugging at my sleeve, she's lightly
gumming on my fingertips
waiting for a look or fuss from me,
and late at night, when i should be sleeping,
she howls with all
ten-thousand throats,
and when she's hungry, forget the growling
it's the talons that you'll feel the most,
with so many
pointy fangs and dangers, you'd worry
that the love's not worth the pain,
but there's just as many kisses--
one ten-thousand for every day.