Blood streams from within

A shadow passed the moon
My first love with wild eyes
Growling, closer, shivers.
The moon created an aisle
But where is your bride?
If I give you one vein
Will I earn that prize?
Take my neck, the right side
A quiet breath before you take a bite
Drink from the stream you find
Then shape shift from wolf to owl
To keep your eyes on me
And when the next full moon becomes our spotlight
We will hunt for more streams together.

LARDO