Mike *licks*

Mine is the wolf with eyes of jade,
Who covets his love of sun
In the shade of tree boughs
That breach the horizon.
He lies in the mud and howls for me.
A fool to beseech, still
He'd drown for me, and I would drown him too.
Naked, he lies in the mud
And howls, naked.
Stretching his back, it's broken, aching
He lies beaming in joy.
Mercy me, I drink his depravity.