let us love like foxes love
screeching in the night
let us love like foxes love
hiding from moonlight
they are locked together
in their act of love
with love’s arrows pinned together
coupling foxes cannot move
if man fox rips from woman fox
he might tear out her heart
let us love like foxes love
crying in the dark
don’t interrupt the foxes
in their desperate love play
let us love like foxes love
til our dying day
Thanks Greg - have corrected it! And thanks for your encouraging words.
I really like this, Ann, for its unvarnished urgency, just as I admire another, more humorous poem of yours, Take Me, for its similar mood. The title is almost a pun on your penname. But I'm thinking the word "fixes" in the penultimate line is a mistype? Greg
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sun 29th Nov 2009 15:58
Great poem. Love your empathy with all things. Experienced a similar 'enlightenment' once in Canada's North, when I came unexpectedly upon two huskies in the snow, a male and a female, about to have sex. The female looked almost pure wolf. I paused in sheer interest, ie voyeurism. I tell you, I have never been so 'put in my place' in my life. I locked eyes with the female, and she communicated to me exactly what she thought of me. I backed off, apologizing profusely to her, and walked away, ashamed of myself. I'll never forget her.