lupus, lupus

peeling off your skin
so paper thin
each tear
a prayer
for a dying white wolf
twisting knots in my hands, my stomach
your heart beats
to the drum
of a long forgotten past
help us mother
save us from ourselves
i want to surf your icy shores
plunge into the blue abyss
caress your rocky face
breathe your salty tears
the solo thrum
has ceased
but a new chorus is already being written