everything you pretend to be.

why would he hesitate

her flesh beneath

the quiet beauty 

a quivering projection 

from somewhere overhead

without a forest floor

emptiness left downwind

skeletons reduced 

to pieces in a puzzle

his face turned south 

abandoned structures 

neglected grass calling  

shadows of canis lupus

her coat pale in moonlight

protecting his throat

© 11.11.16 heather brager