• i will lay in the hammock in my back yard
    in the witching hour
    my limbs will hang, my face hides behind the colorful threads
    you will come
    your fur is coal black
    you're the envy of shadows
    but your eyes are pure, the color blue when it dies
    your eyes lure me into the night, the memory of them robs me of sleep and steals me away
    you will let my hand come to you
    you'll rest your large head on my chest and rock me with your muscular neck
    i'll rake my fingers through your unruly ruff and mane
    our breathing is a harmonious rhythm and our hearts beat in unison
    i'll expose my soul to you and you loyally listen and never judge
    i cry you lick my face clean
    when i laugh you wage your tail for me
    i will never know who you are, and...i believe it should be and stay like that
    i'll know the moon's phases, and when our time comes....
    i'll wait for you in my hammock in the witching hour
    watching for your eyes and muscular body merging in the shadows
    like the shadows that drapes the world, my walk blindly in it
    your my pack leader that leads me through
    your my werewolf.