What Love Looks Like

I took a little flak from the comments I made about “relationships” last Tuesday.  Oh, well!  I’m not going to sweat the details.

This is what love looks like.


High in the timber
Where the frost glazes crooked stones
And the trees are skinny and spare
Where the wind blows the surface snow
Like small blizzards in the morning air
Here hunts the wolf
With freeze in his face and blowing fur
A silent tracking into the further trees
When the moon is up and the night is cold
Looking for the cheerless sun of almost tomorrow
And it is stiff silent
Where the wolf pads through the uneven trees
Almost blue against the snow and moon
Tasting the wind with head down concern
And gliding across the flint of his eyes

Later he goes to her
A strong young female animal
Fresh from the kill with blood in his fur
And lays it at her feet muzzles and snaps
And she gorges and growls next to the foot of the trees

High in the shallow timber
The she wolf waits for her mate
And he comes to her
Red eyed and gray faced cold
And they gorge on the kill
She grooms the blood from his face

And he has his fill of her
And she has her fill of him
And they rest curled together against the cold

And they forage together
Where the blue cold waits
And the wind shifts a trace of snow
The hard eyed wolf and his mate
Where only the wolf can hunt
High in the trees strong and alone


Happy Valentine’s Day

One Ordinary Morning


In those length shadows of a season morning
Where someone has traced a frothy window
With bold word letters that seem to drip
And new steam coffee hangs in the air

There I will find you sleepy eyed and bitchy
With your face straight close to the pillow
The blankets pulled up round your hair
And several pouts clinging to your cheeks
There where the air is colder
You will squirm down into the warmth
And in a pillow muffled voice
Grumble in some mild way against the day
I could watch you sleepy and sexy
And let the warmth be temptation enough
But the mischief bubbles and the day is new
And the tease muse needs some teasing too

So place down the coffee at the side of the bed
Reach back the blankets from the sleepiest head
Tug at your hair with a pout just like you
Wake up lady we’ve got wonders to do
Move over woman it’s cold here outside
Come take a shower leave this sleepy behind
Get with it girl there’s a dance to be done
Sleeping’s for criminals songs are for fun

And you move moments by slowly
Turn deeper into the warmth and growl
Like She-bear Sheba with a menace edge
And a faint curl obscenity on your teeth
One eye open and some stalking glaze
Teaches me the better part of valor done
One should refrain and so in pure Christian charity
I offer you nearly half my cup of coffee