I had him

In the marrow of my bones

And in the swirling clouds

of my smoke

He survived the churning of my belly

He lived between my hugged knees

And clasped hands

He had his noon meal inside these walls

I had him

I had him and I am not sorry

He heard the octave of my wolf-cry

his steps quickened to me

under night’s ubiquitous cloak

I had him meet me in our favorite place

Under the moon