I always leave the way lit for you to find your place at my side
I always silence the world so that I can hear your voice
How can a woman love any other way than to wait obediently for the lips that thawed her glacial skin?
How can I smile towards any breaking dawn without the promise of your scent?
I answer to your call always, a lambent moon to her wolf
My doors, all once bolted, I leave open for your reception
How can I ever desire to breach the surface of a ceaseless ocean without you if it is your desire to dive?
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Katherine Grant
A poet & novelist from the Bronx. Also possibly a werewolf.
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