i held you.
like a pebble plucked from
the soft river, you
quivered in my hand, a baby waiting for
some kind of recognition, perhaps
a kiss.

so i will kiss you, wolf.  your
long, frightening body and your
sad-laughing eyes and
you will remember me in
your endlesss forest under the
treacherous stars, you will remember me and
you will come to me and