When I see him I feel like a completely different animal.

My flesh feels cold and bristling like the mane of a wolf.

I lick my lips cautiously, careful as if not to bare my sharpened teeth.

I wish I could just spin around my heels and run like the wind to a different place

Instead I am planted to the cement, raising my guard ever slightly so I didn’t have to feel rejection again.

Would he accept who I was, the wild and untamed little girl or the slavering wolf of mourning grace.

No one could tell as our eyes locked for a moment in exchanging formalities.

I felt smitten, as if something great could be lifted from my chest but fear of rejection kept my wolf at bay.

How I wanted to become close and smell your essence with out the trigger of memories of past loves.

Acceptance would be a larger factor with out much whimsy to spare.

Truth would be bared upon a frame of human by light and one of four legs by eve

I hope time and kindness paid is fair to us so that we can both show each other who we really are.