Moonchild

Gláucio Reis

When the night falls and a full moon's high, the banshees fly, your howling calls. So I follow the whining cry. From the dark you spy into my heart's hollow. I am not afraid, I don't know why. The wolf skin you pry to reveal a maid.

Your eyes are set in fire as you come, smooth and sly. Savage beauty makes me sigh drowned in desire. In your arms I eagerly mesh. Untamed pleasure we try until our bodies lie in each other's flesh. But you leave in fear, for soon the night will die. Under a dawning sky, the wolves tear.