of wolves and goats and sweet things
your soft wool
is in knots
in your strange, long spiral horns.
your uncanny bleats carry through the night
and echo in my ears until i wake.
youre sweet and wild, front facing eyes.
you told me once
that i smell like the sweetness of milk
what a charmer, i say
your flat teeth have never looked sharper
my arms ache for your warmth
your name is the chant on my tongue
wild sweet william i call out
wild sweet william
your thick white wool
is hiding that dark fur underneath
but if i really did care
would i have called out?
i hope one day
we can call a house our home
brewing woodland phlox tea
and making dandelion honey
our hooves in twine
our horns clacking into eachother noisly
like the sound of your call; all through the night
your softness is my need
we’ll chew on corn lilies
and feel the sun on our skin
all i want is to prance under the moon with you
with the surety
of a roof over our head
and my love in your heart