Compass

He told her She was a gift, A timely offering From the universe, A universe Ruled by a sadistic god Holding a compass In his cruel hand The god pierced the center Of the invisible circle of time And pencil down, The compass began Its predictable course It began with two strangers Magnets, too close together A familiar dance, pushing, pulling A pause, seduction, She traced the smile of Ares With her soft finger tips And watched desire Morph into A promise Delayed gratification Then a perfect kiss Soft, light, hard, deep So much electricity It could’ve stopped a bus He wanted more Spoke of love Got her high off his breath She resisted, he persisted Relentless When finally she returned his love, A bad moon rose And one wolf Ate the other Until there were not even bones left Of the passion, friendship, twin-ship They shared She had not understood When he warned her About the two wolves Living in his head, his heart, his soul She had her own wolves to feed She should have looked deeper Been wiser He now crouches in the dark Tail between his legs Still and quiet A muzzled animal Some comfort provided By his lair And the wolf mother he still worships Who has smothered him Never allowed him to become The man he was meant to be Meanwhile I wait, Hopeful and hopeless While the compass completes Its final pass The end, and the beginning When we were Simply, separate Two strangers, not even friends