The Wolf

inch by inch the blood crawls
a red faced disaster
don't get too close, or the heat calls
for something hidden and desired
a blue eyed wolf at heart of it all
all the tears have begun to transpire
a mask of purity
laced with a charming smile
try not to lose that false sincerity
i can feel that heat getting closer
igniting forgotten coals in my heart
i think i recognize this monster
blue eyes hunt, in search of skin
i'll rip down my walls
and foolishly let it in
the wolf smells blood
there's no escaping the hunter
the pain comes like a flood
it won't stop
its too late
this love has begun to rot

Reviews

[TLK]

This is the forbidden eroticism at the heart of Little Red Riding Hood laid bare -- deconstructed to its essentials and the bones forced to dance on its electrified tendons.

The victim's heat and the wolf's blue coolness interact very interestingly. There is so much going on that it's hard to comment on -- all I can say for sure is that it moved me, stirring links between sensations that many find hard to accept.