Roses (and some wolves) are red

Muzzles rise to sky
Desire finds a lusty voice
In love songs to the moon

Scales slither on earth
Hushed as lover’s bed-whispers
Cold blood runs to hot

Skin enwrapped in fur
Tongues flick in sensuous dance
Snake finds new hidey-hole

“For crying out loud! What the hell, Lamar!”

“Hey, I’m in love. People in love write poetry.”

“Yeah, of the ‘roses are red’ variety. Not – what is this, anyway? Pervy haiku?”

“The wolf knows his lit. I’m impressed. Gypsy and I have a contest going. You should see the steamy stuff she writes. I think she’s got a fella. Or several.”

“And you’ve got a dirty mind. “

“Like this is news. What’s the problem, chico? Too highbrow for the country boy? Fine then, I’ll bring it down to your level. ‘There once was a wolf, it is said/Whose hair was a glorious red/His boyfriend the snake/gave his tail-end a shake/And the wolf gladly gave him some – ’”

“That’s it, I am out’a here.”

“Pish. Everybody’s a critic.”

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And now, a word from our sponsor: LOVE ON THE WILD SIDE, the print compilation of COYOTE MOON and BEST OF BREED, should be available on Amazon and the Barnes & Noble site in about 4-6 weeks. I don't have prices yet. I'll announce it when I have a definite date. And now, back to the keyboard. I'm so glad I made Lamar a writer; I can poke fun at my own habits. I love this job!