Untitled Word of the Day Poem #29

Howls
frenzied
fierce
baying
fleeing from the hunter
fleet of foot
mazes my protection.
Dancing between love
hate
fear
joy
racing for the front door.
Hoping……
I shall barricade myself
shield myself
harbor
budding love
flecked with burgeoning fear
things cannot remain
as they are.
I cannot keep from you
pain
horror
rejection
drowning with despair
disheartened
as you reach for me
ready to ply your trade.
Beneath the crescent moon
shadows cavort
devil’s prey
casket caught……
Freedom 
found my way…..
Pain 
your only way out.
©April 19/19
Image by diema from Pixabay

Howling at the Moon

Last night
wrapped within the warmth of your arms
forgetting that there were others around
my moans became a wailing tune
as you made me howl to the moon.
Twisting and turning
sheets entangled with legs
mouths reaching
senses bleeding
as we became one.
Lost
our moans filled the house
forgetting how thin the walls can be
let’s just say
this morning with red face
I felt so awkward
as everyone pretended they had heard nothing.
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