For one another

This crab will take no crap
The wind envies her freedom
If she wears anything, it’s all heart
But the layered shells shield it away
A she-wolf in a park she tightly knits
She is water, she’s the number four
She’s a confused smile, a lover’s whip
An ecclesiastical tale of the moon
In mystical wonder
Protector, mother, divine.

Vera