10-21 Autumn Reveals His Eyes

but I said no,
no, no, no, no
but I said,

the crisp was warm,
like I knew it would be,
gluten-free, caring,
like I knew you would be,

sitting in the chair,
like a wolf dad,
caring, would be,
for it's pup,
who had grown up,
slick, muscled and furry,
golden-amber flashing,
undecided, in an apartment,
that wasn't, and won't be,
yours,

anymore, you need to leave, leave, leave,
as you should be,
because I can't not in this place,
there is not,
enough room,
for the storms brewing, in my palms,
in my lips, in my canines,
as it should be,
creature of the woods, you raised,
you are me,
too,

and you talked, you talked, you talked,
your black glasses into punctuation,
and boundaries, sentences, fluctuation of you voice,
and I came, come,
with the dust of the old lupine country,
in my words, in my movements,
as I should be, as you want me to be,
in my words, in my movements,
you want a man,
to prowl with,
I've become, one,
if you want this man, to hunt with,
you need to remind me that,
I can howl at the moon,
as much as you want me too,
I can howl at the October moon,
as much as you need me too,
and howl, howl, howl,
howl, howl, howl,
as it should be, two,
scratching the dirt from beneath my paws, two,
scrambling, twisting, clawing, to get at you,
just as much as you,
just as much as you need me too,
but,

I am,
only a pup of a man,
I whimper,
hot-headed, blood dripping from my mouth,
hungry,
whimpering, nuzzling, blood drying on the corners of my mouth,
while we talk politely, of corn fields, full moons,
picket fences, and other gods,
but he stirs, while I stir,
 unconsciously, wild,
in the fever-dream of your words,
as it should be,
becoming-

no.