Wolf

Put me under your black Alfa.

The sky is distilled. Bright blue.
Sometimes I make my eyes bluer.

I am removed and dry

Shrugging my way into
my black hoodie and biting
the cuffs off.

The week was spent killing
the housewife design.

Learning the Viennese design,
designing my future.

but
you tell me about the low
and I fold the clothes and fly home.

I only want to be your constant
it will make it better.

Your ‘constant star’ song sighs on
and I walk home through the field
fracturing.

I wish I’d kissed you.
 

The hill is bright green, propels the incline
your eyes that way crush

And I get designing.
Flat with the concrete, the foundations
of everything I love about you.

Some people can’t be helped
I have to say
though it defies my nature.

Home spurns me
my river clicking white tongues
diamond mutter in the sun

This feels like failure.
So I walk the whole way to be
in light and tarmac.

Later the plan is to colden.

My room clambers away from me
while I make like you’re here.

I like our face sequence.
Tonight I fall asleep replaying it
in my pillow

Growl like a wolf
then tongue a little way out
to the side
then laugh.