Your wolven eyes undress me
Glaived vestments hang open
Like overpacked bags stoven
In tendril and in rag fastened
Below gristle, animate duress
Hunter’s flensing knife your breath
Against me peeling away my flesh.
Wolf of you me-eating
Bulk of view’s points disagreeing
Demolition, each others’ overseeing
A metre stick’s distance between us a cheetah could not flee across
Hoarfrost-garbed heart, thrice barbed never absconds armour.
Alchemisland 
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