They say the wolf
is in love with the moon,
I think that I am
in love with you.
Our brown flesh
turned to royal purple
and navy blue.
My body bound to yours
like the vine to the honeydew.
I am your goddess,
your lioness,
your final virtue.
Weigh my heart
against the feather of truth,
and let me pass onto
the next world with you.
By Stephanie Yost
Stephanie Yost is a writer of prose, visual artist and patron of the dark arts. Her work reflects the tangible shadows of love and loss. It seeks to find romance and beauty in the most seemingly impossible of places. Places we overlook and places we dare not look. Unapologetically, she is driven to show you what you love, lust and fear the most.