The wolf

The Spaniard writes poetry and inspired me to write this (though it is not about him but a previous guy i dated who i really felt was a wolf in sheep's clothing).

Your slackened embrace

with deceiving tones

and hollow arms

longs to linger in the embers that once burned there.

Intimate phrases once tenderly received

wilt

and whither

as the mask of your skin falls slowly to where it belongs.

Like ashes from flesh

words disintegrate from my chest

and wander back to the home of the dammed.

Gnashing teeth grin at a victory supposed

but darkness will not fester here.

Promises dispel the fiery hatred arched from below.