The Song Of Longing

i am the tiller of unplowed fields, i am the owl waiting for night. i am the male wolf, panting in the starlight, following the scent that maddens. i am the hunter with sharp edged spear, i am the storm that pillages the night. i am the woodsman whose axe be ready, i am the tom cat patrolling the slums. i am the wind that blows out the candle, i am the fire that consumes... the smell of blood, the taste of wetness, i am gunpowder stains on the trembling hand. i am the web, and i am the lair. i am the waves tugging at boundaries. i am the window left open, the fire untended. i am snow covering the grave. i am the night, erect and hungry. i am the dawn, waiting on the unmade bed. i am the whistle of the faraway train.... wild horses roaming the prairies. i am hard whiskey, and i am warm milk. the nipple hardened by desire. i am footprints in the forbidden garden, i am the song of longing!