
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