howl at the moon

my dear,
howl at the moon

like a madman
in a cage

rip fragile clothes
from silken skin

and waltz

my darling,
laugh for nothing

but reasons
in the dust

for dust is but dust
when shown to the wind

my lover,
turn to me

let air
fill your lungs

and scream for me

for i wish not
to be

but those
who cannot speak
without smiling

so smile
leaving crows feet
at the door

and run my dear
run throughout the night