There’s a wolf behind your blue eyes —
I see her there, past the disguise.
These waves of lust my soul capsize,
and none can hear my alarmed cries!
I’ve found to my own soul’s surprise —
That there’s a wolf behind your eyes.
To look away would be unwise.
And so I stare — and analyze.
I feel my hunger paralyze.
This ache it seems is emphasized,
by the wolf-stare — behind your eyes.
I can’t take flight, or find the skies.
My wings they twitch, and long to rise.
and yet, I know you — my demise.
I’ll dance with pain and agonize,
to feed the wolf in your blue eyes.
POETIC FORM: QUATERN
16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas). Each line is comprised of 8 syllables. 1st line is the refrain (R). In the 2nd stanza, the refrain appears in the 2nd line; in the 3rd stanza, the 3rd line; in the 4th stanza, the 4th (and final) line. There are no rules for rhyming or iambics.