Werewolves

What I remember

is his taste,

 

all these years later

after it ended like a gunshot.

 

I wonder where he is,

what music plays there.

 

We could be so smart

by daylight

 

but at night

desire broke through–

 

sweat, breath,

some teeth,

 

crying out

under the full moon.

 

 

 

Isaiah Vianese is author of the poetry collection, Men and Music. His poems and book reviews have appeared in Assaracus, Blue Collar Review, The Fourth River, Lambda Literary, Moon City Review, and Rattle. He is also author of the chapbook, Stopping on the Old Highway (Recycled Karma Press 2009) and a book for kids. He lives in New York City, where he teaches writing. For more information, please check out his blog at: ivianesefromyes.blogspot.com.