New poem

If love was wild

If love was wild

It would be a wolf

Hunting and howling and

Ravenous as the dark.

Run.

Dominance, masquerading as

Leadership, will soon

Bite at your heels until you

Fall, while strong jaws will

Take you by the throat

And shake you out like a

Tablecloth or an old handbag,

Breathe hotly on your neck

And sniff you out until

There is nothing but a trail of

You

In the snow.

If love was tame

It would be a dog

Faithful and loyal and

Warm in your bed

But always a descendent of

The wolf.

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