The wolves who ate the sun
had all night to find my soft white sleeping-place,
my foolish face,
and then to circle me like a wild garland.
With the moon in their eyes,
and the stars caught between the pads of their paws,
they ran and left the sky behind them
trailing blue and silver
down into my skin as I slept.
Come to me, as you always do,
in your time, and as you can;
that all night, now, I am awake and watchful,
a different and darker girl than the one you could lull and tease,
keep and command.