Your poetry talks to me in the moody night a voice of indigo telling me secrets of pain and love while Luna licks my ear with impatience for my excitement, I begin to walk faster, like a wolf on a scent, your red scent, following shadows into sounds of howling winter seeking just one more whisper from your passion one more paw print in the hard snow of destiny, will I ever find your lair of love in the cold night I swear that I...