Waiting to be Human
He admired himself once more, under the clouded sky,
Benath the moonlit skein, which reflected in a sparkling,
Golden eye.
"I embrace this." he whispered, as he wrapped his arms about his companion.
She too, as a fox-woman, tittered,
As they sat together on a big flat rock,
Naked in the night.
She has coarse dark furry hands now,
Which he takes to her face, letting her admire
What they concensually have become--
Simple, and unclean.
Relief spills from her bowels
As she marks her lurid scent,
Enticing him forth for fauna's sensuality.
He joins, though in spirit.
He holds her close and comforts--
Runs smooth nails through her locks
Which she retained by luck alone
Or some trick of the gene.
They both have donned a snout.
To sniff the scents of nighttime:
Pine, waterfalls, deer carcasses--
Sweet carrion, and bugs.
Each pip of a resting bird
And every touch of a leaf's fall--
Against the ground, though light
Meets their tufted fancy ears.
He kisses her with reekish breath
On a pinkened, silky tongue.
Promising her his comforts
Through time and time again.
As they change and embrace a new way.
Shedding old conceits, they rise--
Donned, the visage of old--
The cloaks of fur and hide.
Turgidly his tail wags, together;
They embrace, though breast to back.
Her hair of mousy brown, and his of red
The only signs of people, there.
All else is of the beast.
They breath in tune, in time,
With the rustling winds, and chirping
Of the crickets in the dew.
The poignant scene is incuplable.
The pair, neither immaculate nor concerned
Swear off all artifice of oath or vow,
In one fine scene, they draw a finer union.
In coitus indivisible, irrevocable,
Two souls join, in agreement--
Duly earned in knowing,
Indelible Passion's thrusts.
The rumble in her womb
Is the first sign that perhaps,
Humanity was not--after all--a loss.