​beast // creature Patricia Taxxon

He came to me a beast, a mythical monstrosity I saw
Standing eminently aft, Adonis built of fur and claw
I’d say on that day, the sun itself begot him as a wolf

In a field of golden grain, body glistening in white
Inconceivable, his size, nor the brightness of his eyes
But O! From the mountains I could see
And new feelings came to me

I came to him a creature, a beaten brownish rodent at his feet
I gave a kiss, grotesquely splayed before his blinding effigy
I writhed, in waiting in the dirt, I waited for his word

I felt so weak, so disgusting as I wеpt upon his knees
I could sense the old contеmpt I had assumed this wolf would feel
But O, There! Came his paws, the wolf took hold and carried me away

The bread breaks, across my back so gently, between the cracks
I kneel with a saucerful of milk between my legs
I was starving, all my life for something I hadn’t ever known
Before I tasted what you served upon your fur

You came to me a beast, I came to you a creature
I asked you what it means, you promised me a leader
I don’t understand it either, I don’t understand it either
But when you called me yours, it felt real