full moon

it’s a full moon, again. i can feel it happening- the fur growing, the fangs extending, the eyes turning to slits.

a long, loud, sweet howl escapes my lips (over the tongue, through the gums- watch out, woman, here i come) and i am arching my back in the pale moonlight of photos.

i am falling in love again.

i am turning into the beast i abhor- i have no self-control, i go where the scent of food takes me and my heart is sniffing something quite delicious.

she has a soft reddish blond colour to her hair, and her smile is crooked like mine- like the greek comedy and tragedy masks combined into one face, one side in a joyful and playful smile and the other in a straight-lipped intense stare that cannot fully smile for all the eyes have seen.

she is my full moon.

i howl at her, suspecting she doesn’t understand me, hoping she does.

i want to devour her; i want to keep her safe in my fur-covered arms. i want to meet her in the den and be part of my pack,  and we will run through the dead trees in the dusk kicking up orange leaves behind us as we go.

i want to go hunting with her, smiling in the midnight. we will eye our prey and move in and circle around, and make the bite and they will fall in love, and spend the rest of the night biting others to fall in love.