Catharsis

I once loved a man
with a wolf in his eyes.
he was born to the wild,
independence was his deliverance.

Restless -  even in slumber,
his soul perpetually wandering.
I could never hold him
with my solid and sure existance,
with my comforts and closets.

When i clutched too tightly
he turned, snarling,
frantic as thoughts of escape
clawed at his fierce, free heart.

Biting with his kisses,
bruising with his touch.
And in the voice of severed ties,
he reassured me, softly, softly,
while all the time in his eyes
freedom flickered.

I’ve drunk from memory to find you in my past.
Remembering nights when we sat till dawn
Drinking sweet red wine, from crystal glass,
Eyes flashing, teeth flashing, laughing.

I’ve opened old books to find you.
Recalling the crackle of page, crackle of fire
As we read in silence, side by side,
Glancing one at the other, and offering smiles.

I’ve walked dark roads to find you in my past.
Calling down empty corridors in my mind.
Looking into dusty rooms to catch your eye,
And shining, shining a light all the while.