Fenris

Fenris I call you!
Yet you do not bark, snarl or growl
nor dull your fangs on divine flesh
but using the sly insinuative arts of your father
you sucked the sweetness from my heart
and devoured my soul.

Pretty and lithe pup,
I should like to bind your jaws
so that I may stroke your shaggy pelt,
damp and musky with sweat and dew,
picking the burrs and thorns free.

To do so would cripple you,
your eyes would lose their sky-bright luster,
and who can tell what else
I might lose trying to cage
such a terrible and magnificent wolf?