Ravenous — After Sarah McLachlan, Fear (a golden shovel poem)

It’s summer here in my little corner of the world, and I’m on vacation. I’m headed to an island, with my paints and my pens and my Bear! So over the next several days, I’ll be reposting favorites:

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black wolf 3

The way your blue eyes pierce my flesh, they 
take my breath — whisper like winter. They say 
that I am mystery and gut-wrenching temptation.
I am amazed by this, and by your strength of will 
to unleash the beast inside you –  but not destroy.
Yes, you tear into my body and soul, and yes, our 
cries echo in the dark. All the forest hears our love.
I think you are magic — the incantation that bids the 
blood in my veins race, my body ache for you — never
fully sated. I’m fed and empty, this need not ending.
In your yearning eyes, I find my insatiable hunger.
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POETIC FORM:

golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.

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POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:

For today’s prompt, it’s the final “Two for Tuesday” prompt:
  1. Write a love poem.
  2. Write an anti-love poem.
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