oh, you little one…

oh you little one molded in the house of wolves
with your mind preoccupied with my mind, while
my thoughts are occupied with yours to both be
set equally for tasting drops of soundless honey
guided by magic whispers of an intimate galaxy,
wildly and cosmically and so-so passionately, one
surer than our love will ever be carved into stars

House of Wolves

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