Old Wolf

Old wolf
Do not you give up on me,
you with the bare teeth and raw breath
your fur that is gloomy wet beneath my hands

I slowly uncoil my large intestine and feed it to you
My beautiful one,
strange animal of the North

We sit in tender silence
the crushing rain parades on beyond the field of trees and
this place smells like green tea brewing;
a hot house of earthy feelings and mixed emotions

Your company as real as love
I wait for you
do not you give up on me.