Toro Tokuda

The wild scent of your wild needs fills my breath
Nothing else exists, no-- my feet give chase--
For too long I have been sadly bereft
Of you, your heart, your heat, your peach, our pace.

The full moon I may be unable to see,
But why should that prevent any wild howl?
A born instinct, the marking of the free--
A dear wolf, too long alone, and his prowl.

For you, dear prey: It is you that I seek
Through the forest winding and shrubbery thick.
I close in, I pounce! Neither of us weak,
Roll in the litter, our feralness quick--

Teeth to your soft skin, deep and drawing blood
And where we two connect: a damn wild flood.