Love Of A Wolf Poem by Arun Maji

Mine is a mortal love of a mortal being.
It grows, then dies.
Then it grows and dies again.

Mine is a beastly love of a beastly being-
made of blood and flesh,
thirst and desire,
craving and hunger.
More I drink your honey, I grow thirstier.

It's that thirst, that ties me to you.
It's that dark desire, that drives me to you.
I see nothing
but your beautiful glistening petals.
I dream nothing
but your sweet honey dipping down your softness.

I feel like, I jump on to them
and pick all your petals.
I feel like, I swallow whole of your flower.
I feel like, I drink all honey
within your effervescent sea.

I feel like, I touch them, bite them, chew them
swallow them, spill them.

What a beast I am! Yes, what a beast I am!
Is that a surprise to you?
A beast will always be a beast.
Is that a surprise to you?

You know,
I never trust myself in your inviting presence!
You make me dream-
those dirty kinky thoughts,
those dark blue thoughts,
those sinful ugly thoughts.

With just a flicker of your smile
you can throw me to dungeon of hell.
With just a sway of your hips
you can untie my beastliness.
With just a whisper of your voice
you can unravel my ugliness.


I am ugly. Indeed, very ugly.
Aren't I?
Why should not I be?
Why should a mortal being like me
would behave in a way, as if he is immortal?

Who knows
how long I could hold you in my arms!
Tomorrow, I may not wake up
to see you again, to devour you again.
If this moment could be my last moment,
then why should I die
with throbbing emptiness in my heart?

© Arun Maji
Painting: JWG