Thursday, November 15, 2012

Canto NoLLA by Anita Endrezze Probst

Black wolf, naked night-hunter,
You crouch in the corner and growl.
Your howling eclipses my pleas
and the sharp glasses rip open your mouth
with the quick surge of an eagle's anger.
.
You dark spirit, trying to hide the blood
and spill it on me in rage;
Baring your hard jaw and black hair,
while your crawl, trying to see the moon,
once you told me that
the moon was in my eyes.

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