Are You Sure You Want Me?
A poem of invitation…and warning

Why did you come? I am a rushing river The sulfured honey of a summer thunderstorm The formless yet all-encompassing embrace of a snowdrift Is this why you came to me?
Are you afraid? I am a wolf who must run free under the full moon The mushroom that might be poisonous The wrinkled, filthy crone who lives in the rocky mountains and smells like sweat and earth Are you afraid of me?
How will you know? I am the deep mystery The dark woods The forest floor black with rot and beetles How will you know if you will survive this?
Do you want me? I am the mud that will hold the shape of your foot as you walk by The branches that will tickle — or perhaps scratch at— your arms The lake that will envelop you as you ease into me, my waters licking at every inch of you Do you really want me?
Are you certain?
© Yael Wolfe 2021
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