Wild Darlin. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

WILD DARLIN.

One look at her eyes …and I was gone.
Dragged to another dimension of understanding
Whether she bites, whether she tears
She has my hand yet I fear not her touch
For Darlin came from the desert of lost minds
And smelt of stony earth water and whispered wind song
And eyeballed my mind with an unspoken message
Of fable and desert law, foreboding yet real
If I needed a master she said perhaps
I would stay but I do not
If you need a friend then follow me
into the desert she said
Change me into a hound I begged
She grew blacker and on the wind howled
Change you yourself
... and she was gone.