I am scared of the howling sounds
Coming out of your throat
And I find out
It is myself
Staring at my wild eyes in a reflection
On a frozen lake
In the middle of the night
Running with the Moon
[When Red Hood
Meets the beast—and it's you]
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Poesía"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
