a Poem by Raquel Swann

Howling wolves shrieked,

As night befell us.

The moon settled itself,

in a dreary sky

As winds of change swept in.

Rubbing hands,

Caressing skin,

A lustful dream, I entered into

Many times in my mind’s eye.

Fantasy becomes reality,

Memories fade with

The first light of sun.

Visions remain

As puzzle pieces

Without a picture on a box,

for guidance.

I knew you before,

But not like this.