Running with Wolves

This girl spins me around too often!

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Running with Wolves

Tiny little things

hand holding in the dark

massaging life-lines while the tv screen flickers

or is it just a flicker

of my imagination?

Have our kisses grown deeper

Like that beverage that's like a creeper

muddling my senses until I can't tell the difference

between just friends

and us?

Or is it just us?

Is this just lust?

Or did did I imagine the tenderness in your thrust

or your trust

that makes me want to trust in the way that I feel?

But I've learned never to trust in the way that I feel

I've never been good at identifying what's not real

Often misinterpreting human affection

Never knowing how to make the distinction

between wolves in sheep's clothing

and sheep that run with wolves

so I run with wolves

and ignore that the pattern of your lifeline

is similar to mine

and that mine

is similar to thine

and we continue to dine/no

feast on each other

until we're both full

and I create the lull

to fill the spaces left by our faces pressed up against each other

and so I run

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Running with Wolves