Lead me into the woods
where it is unsafe.
I wish to howl with the wolf
in my dreams. He cries to be heard.
A den of my own making:
Ground palms and sandy loam
and a handful of psychedelics.
We almost burned down all of
Hunting Island in our drunken delirium.
I love her best.
Chris said my ego is in the way.
Whose isn’t? Drop that Earl Grey
at my feet. Tea is for therapy.
Our tidal house fallen from stilts
into the Atlantic. Still I want
to sleep in that 30 degree angled bed.
Don’t try to save me from myself.
You write delightful poems, full of unexpected turns! 🙂 The only thing that jumps out at me in this one is “I loved her best.” Who is the her? Why did you say that out of the blue? Is Chris male or female? Maybe a more obvious name if gender should be understood. I get the mushrooms reference, but I can’t find the wine… Keep writing. You have a gift.