poetry and shit

3 poems tonight....

the wolf howls at the moon
a long sorrowful sound
"wheres home?"
it yowls.
"right here"
the moon answers back.
and the wolf
now cries
for how could it ever call the moon
home?



lost and alone
i drift.
a stray.
never quite belonging.
sheltered for a time,
always let loose again.
when will i belong?
when will i feel that warm embrace
that is
home


i run to you,
arms open wide
i am patient
and compromising
and loving
and wholey yours.
i love you too much to say no.