Lovesick Stories

No full moon in the sky this night. A growl rumbles deep in my throat. Hairs on end, skin on the back of my neck, tight. My reply to the howls of lamentation in the dark. Why do wolves and beasts howl? A call? A warning? Do they feel distance? I ache from this distance between us so foul. My growl is my call to you, my love. Did you hear it? Did you feel me? Perched high in your tower of ivory. Fair head bent, so weak, on...