i am the howl of the grey wolf;
You, the lungs from which it breathes.
i am a pool of uncried tears;
You, those expressive eyelashes in which they well.
i am that faint scent that attracts a lover;
You, the sweet air that i impregnate.
i am what ignites the flame of the loins;
You, that body i engulf and drown.
i am the dark, rich soil upon which you now tread;
and You, the silent footprint of man.
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova