I can live up on the hard keep watch on the bay a few weeks – maybe more – willing my feral self to be subsumed by a more civilized form entwined with mine animal kind I feel un-God-like fragility but perigee tides surge hurricane waves arc a wild energy’s course with no matched pair the God-touched tether rips through viscera bloodied I flee along the lone edge of weird to rejoin my cold lover God of Storms I wish I could consecrate him Human
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Love this, Julie! Did you write it in CWC, just now?
The extra work paid off — this is gorgeous.