Yes- I am howling for you…

Burnt Bread

Poetry written in spilled flour
Powder on flesh, tiger stripes traced
Wolfish eyes blazing for hours
Last letters blown silent so words would race
Verses blurred into whispered growls
Nails on skin as two hearts howl
Primal reduction where there’re no lies
At the core howling carnal cries
Heat, need, want, baking two souls
Kneading, rising, honey and seed
Fires of passion like nuclear coals
For anyone else, there’s no other need
Gasping, groaning, moaning, and drool
There’s no safe place to cool
Flesh and bone, baking so damn hot
How is it together we are not
The timer counts its way down
The result is sure to come
When our souls become dynamically one
And our sighs will be heard world ’round
But now we have burned the bread
As if we really care….