Lumbering
The crush of pine needles
Branches broken
Like naïve hearts
I wander
Following the scent
Of the divine feminine
Not to be saved
By it nor to save it
Simply to wallow it
Soak myself in its
Perfume
The divine sweat
Of the sheets made damp
With passion
I carve sigils
Into the earth
To call it
Passionate primal
Angel of my desire
I would hold you down
Beneath my paws
As you clutch in ecstasy
At my fur
Call my name
Over and over
I love with a ferocity
A persistence
That would break
Lesser souls