The Hunt

I have wolves beneath my skin.

Can you hear them?
Their hollow howls and desperate cries
The heat and the hunger,
Just beneath my skin as thin as paper.
They will eat me alive,
Sooner than later my love.
They will find their way to the outside
Or they will set fire to this empty church from within.
I need your heavy hands and steady gaze to hold me still.
To lay me out beneath the summer moon and quiet the stir.
Call the beasts all home and sing them to sleep.
Rock us in the sea of your unwavering love.
Create a harbor between two arms and make me still.
There are wolves beneath my skin, my darling.
And as each hungry moment without you passes
They show their teeth, hunch their backs
And move in for the kill.