Once upon a time I became a wolf and you a dragon.
There is no denying a transcendence,
when there is nothing of who you are, of who you aren't left.
When words become weapons and thoughts like bombs, bandages are
in short supply and there's not enough liquor left to
numb your heart. As you pace the floor and I cry on
the bed in that little apartment there was nowhere
we could hide from each other.
So you with that fire in your belly and
me with all my rage at the moon tore down the glass walls
of that room with flames and wails until
all that was left was fog and silence.