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