Fair's Poetry

Moonlit paws drum laughter through the clovered night,
A silver grin behind the chase, all heat and appetite,

The rabbit teases corners, ears flick secrets in the air,
The wolf replies with velvet growls, a promise wrapped in stare,

Grass bends to witness footsteps tracing circles tight,
Breath tangles breath, a rhyme of fur and pulse and bite,

The rabbit darts then lingers, hips a daring sway,
The wolf pretends to miss a turn, to stretch the play,

Stars wink approval, dew beads sparkle like a dare,
Whispers of want ride wind through whisker and through hair,

The chase is artful mischief, a tango spun with speed,
Each pause a loaded silence, each leap a chosen need,

The rabbit laughs in zigzags, a ribbon cut with joy,
The wolf hums low devotion, hunter turned to toy,

Shadows stretch and shiver, the night leans in to hear,
How want can sound like thunder, how closeness breeds a cheer,

A paw brushes a tail tip, electric and absurd,
The rabbit gasps in giggles, the wolf purrs every word,

They circle round a hollow, a stage of moss and stone,
Where glances trade their secrets, where longing learns its tone,

The rabbit feints a stumble, then springs with wicked grace,
The wolf bows to the bravado, smiles widening the chase,

Heartbeats drum like rainstorms tapping on a leaf,
Each step a flirtation, each miss a sweet relief,

The night smells warm and green now, thick with teasing breath,
Desire dances lightly, never rushing into depth,

The rabbit slows to savor, to feel the heat draw near,
The wolf softens his thunder, turns roar into a cheer,

They meet and part in inches, a tide that learns to sway,
Touch hovering like promise, retreating just to stay,

When dawn peeks pale and bashful, the game still hums between,
Two creatures grinning wildly at what the chase can mean.

She curls at my feet in the lamplight glow,
Soft as a secret only we know,
A bell at her throat hums a silver purr,
Each step a promise, each glance a stir,
She learns the language of touch and tone,
A tilt of my chin, she’s never alone,
Eyes wide with wonder, mischief, and trust,
A game of consent wrapped gently in lust,
She stretches, feline, slow and coy,
Claiming the room as her favorite toy,
I trace devotion along her spine,
Not owning her heart, she gives it by design,
A whisper, a leash, a laugh in the dark,
Her smile a small flame warming all it finds,
She isn’t small, she simply chooses,
The joy of play she freely uses,
Tonight she’s a kitty, soft and brave,
Tomorrow a queen no rule could enslave,
But here in this moment, warm and free,
She curls closer, leaving quiet heat, for me to see.

I want the wild ache back in my chest,

The kind that forgets what calm feels  best,

Red hair flashing like a struck match flame,

Threading the forest, oh, whispering my name,

We run where the ground still knows our weight,

Where breath turns sharp and timing is fate,

Roots scrape skin and the night leans close,

Moonlight tasting of almost and suppose,

Laughter breaks rules in dark she agreed to keep,

It trips my stride and steals purrs me in my sleep,

Between the pines our shadows collide,

Too near to reason,in season, too far to hide,

Hands pinned and her world misbehaves,

The forest listens and as the trees wave,

If I stop chasing all meaning is lost,

Because stillness is colder than any cost,

She who sits in fire and flame,

Pixie magic in story and name,

I call to thee through with toil and task,

With sadistic streak grin on white mask,

Follow me into this light and dark,

So that holy awe may give hark,

To grow through obedience and as one,

Till the sun sets and this is finally done.

You felt like a sanctuary carved from light,
A place never touched, never saw the fight,
Like moss and rock beneath a willow tree,
Where even broken hearts are set free.

You were fae born laughter in midnight air,
Barefoot and magic woven without care,
Eyes holding secrets older than flame,
Soft as a lips whisper that spoke my name.

We walked where dragons sleep under stone,
Their embers warm, but never shown,
I felt their fire in the curvature of your grin,
A soft blaze awakening something within.

My wolf kept watch as we learned pace,
Silver and patient, granting space,
They knew the truth before we dared speak,
That strength can be gentle, fierce and meek.

You touched my soul like myth made real,
Not a wound to take, but one to heal,
Every word was a vow unspoken,
Every glance a promise unbroken.

Our love would not rush us or ask for more,
It bloomed like ivy climbing along the door,
Slow,certain, peaceful, strong and kind,
Rooted deep in heart, soul and mind.

If stories do end, please god let this one stay,
Let it forever be written in fire, leaf, and clay,
A legend told by sailors on star and sea,
Of you my love, of me, and what it all can be.

Oh ma'am, The Star of the sea....

In the vale where the lantern grass gleams,
and rivers hum softly with names,
there lived a small kingdom of quiet,
built carefully out of restraint.

The people there spoke with their hands,
and trusted the stars more than kings,
for long ago trust had been broken,
and silence learned how to sing.

At the edge of that vale stood a tower,
not stone, but of woven white bark,
where a keeper of embers took refuge,
guarding a single warm spark.

Her cloak bore the marks of old winters,
her palms held the map of past wrongs,
yet still every night she tended the fire,
and fed it with patient old songs.

Beyond the fields roamed a hound,
iron grey, scarred by the hunt,
once bred for the teeth and the chase,
now tired of being the blunt.

He circled the tower for weeks,
never snarling, never near,
until her fire learned his shadow,
and decided it wasn’t fear.

She spoke first, not with command,
but with bread set down in the dew,
and the hound lay his head on the earth,
as if that was all he could do.

Seasons folded like pages,
the vale breathed easier then,
children slept without counting steps,
doors forgot how to pen.

But sound travels faster than kindness,
and greed has a sharper ear,
men came dressed as traders,
with smiles rehearsed, thin and clear.

They struck at the hound in his resting,
mistaking mercy for weak,
and the fire keeper heard the silence,
where his breathing should be.

The tower glowed brighter than ever,
the grass rang loud as a bell,
the vale remembered its promise,
and showed them how roots rebel.

When the dust and the shouting were over,
the hound lay changed by the flame,
no longer bound to tooth or collar,
but something gentler in frame.

A spirit of ash and starlight,
with laughter low and kind,
who walks the roads between houses,
leaving courage behind.

They say if you walk that vale slowly,
and listen where shadows convene,
you will feel watched over, not hunted,
and know what protection means.

I sit in the quiet patience of a meticulous mind,
Finding the chase of doe and rabbit ridiculous in kind.
To hunt is to hunger yet I do not starve;
Instead I sit in wonder of where you are.

Madam Fairy, full and fair,
I long to meet your gaze and hold it there.
To behold a star walking upon the land,
that is the plan,
to offer adoration, devotion, and all I can,

To watch your eyes glow and flutter in reprieve,
To see you turn toward me choosing to believe,
I want passing glances and midnight rendezvous,
Clasped hands and the aching wish to please you,

I wish to take you, watch you turn in tender disregard,
Forget the world, forget where we stand or who we are,
Lie in kisses and wandering romance beneath the stars,
oh, what it is to dream.

I've realized that I'm the war torn wolf, red eyed and weary,

God, I did not belong in the land of fairies,

I overstayed my welcome and my heart was the price,

Now jaded wolf stares to the sky remembering,

Remembering laughter like song,

The lonely stars stare and try to comfort,

How am I supposed to go forth after this?

To see the world when you tasted honey?

I am so tired,

Of being the broken and unwanted,

To be the kind, and sweet one,

I really don't believe wolves,

Where meant to be a maw of teeth,

But the protector of the innocent,

But now,

Who is protecting me?

Who holds my heart steady?

Where is the fairy who says....

"I got you",

"I want you",

When is it time that the magic....

Finally frees me.

Oh it flows as such with wind and rain,

To see them part, and finally wane,

Again with colorful rainbow hue,

Finally breaking through this blue,

I call to you and only hear my echo,

Oh, to be alone sipping Prosecco,

I wait for nothing and expect its return,

To sit again and wish to yearn,

To paint words with loving banter,

Like seeds in the summer planter,

I want growth, I want joy,

To play so much with unbroken toy,

I want her to see me as future endeavor,

Not a pick up or put out down whenever,

I want my forevers forever.

May you find me.