The wolf

I stood resting my back on the door just closed;

She rose in haste form the bed, I witnessed.

A trembling flame in the flicker of the oil lamp

That stirred dancing waves of light and shades,

All moving in whirls baffled and excited.

She stood there, her head was not raised;

I put my left arm around her waist.

A push by finger gently below her rounded chin,

Her face was lifted, her eyes were half-closed,

The wicker of the brass lamp burned

Not very bright but all in gold.

It had refracted the spectrum quick

Of rainbow on her glazy cheeks

Her virgin lips were full and ruddy

Like the blooming petals of rose in the morn;

I saw them slightly parted suppressing a smile.

The wolf within woke up and howled inside;

And the sound whistled through my ears.

I was exhilarated, let the howl continue,

I kissed her, those lips were cold and unmoving;

Soon I felt them warming up and moving.

No more wolf nor howls – all died out;

My hear beat violently and it pumped out

Blood hot, in measured beat, that flowed;

Through the million channels of my veins

With a subtle rear and surging in waves

The rhythm merged with that of hers;

I was raised to an unknown ecstasy.

Through trampled under the feet of time

The wolf howls still inside me

Sometimes gasping, less violent and infrequent

I hungrily listen wishing for the howls

Be louder, forceful and continuous

But whenever I press my lips on hers,

Those now fading, shrunk and pale,

No more wolf nor howls I hear;

I will then be lifted high and be drifted

In the rhythm in waves of ecstasy.