What Do You Think Love Is?

We climbed the mountain, my feet

remembering these never-changing stones,

cragged vertebrae link past, present, future

into spine. The wolves remember too, 

will die with this map of rope

wrapped around their animal hearts 

like a mooring.  

  

 

What is Trapped, Burns

I always knew this creature would devour
and take me in; father's dark castle,
my mother's fluttering wings and me
inside the wolf's throat-

a fractured bone.

After the beast's journey light filters
into skein; the animal's organs on fire
from within. All night
its taut glowing ligaments

soften.