hockey, faggotry, mental illness

falcon dawn

if i steal a wolf away,
is it still a crime?
to claim him purely for myself
to make him purely mine

babe, sweetie, honey
i'm absolutely fine.
i've seen the way you've glanced at me
the way your eyes meet mine

if i steal a wolf away,
will i still have time—
to be a happy person
and live a happy life?

the falcon soars over mountains
to tell me of the word
that my wolf is sick and dying
i scoff and kill the bird.