Wild

You stand where the wild wolf roamsyellow eyed howling at a hanging moonlicking the last drops of lamb’s bloodfrom burnt and brittle bone.You speak to me in runesa forgotten cypher of lost tonguesbetween the dragon’s web & thewitch’s lair where dead love’s born.Now my dreams are fraught withstranger’s faces: their hands caressour stolen secrets in a room I won’t forgetuntil I lay my head again on love’s bed& let you croon a Celtic love songsoftly touching spirit’s heightwe magnify a field of dreamsthrough black & lasting nightour only hope for wild love.