Tøffelhelt

So you want to be the wolf,

She says with fangs bared.

You want to hunt with the pack.

The scent wild in your nostrils,

The taste of prey in your mouth.

You want to stalk silent

Beneath the moon

and be free to roam.

You, soft man, shallow man, empty man.

How dare you lust for the hunt?

Then she chuffed and lunged for my throat

The heat of her hot breath

On my puckered skin.

I flinched and bowed

then turned

and smiled

and showed her my teeth.