![Feral Heart](http://bettinghearts.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/Coyote-e1376503843108-150x150.jpg)
Feral Heart
Somewhere between
the great canyon
and the cacti
he confessed
he could not love her.
Somewhere between
the prickly pear
and a crumbling earth
Her shaky voice replied,
“I’ll be just fine.”
Now she is wild
like the desert,
feral as a
coyote’s cry;
knowing there’s
little distinction
between the
plight of hunger
and the fight
of heart.
![Alpha Omega](http://bettinghearts.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/tumblr_m4en69BpTE1qhzejeo1_500-150x150.jpg)
Alpha Omega
He only exists
beneath the plane
of her fingertips,
below the trail
of her parted lips.
All else is vapor.
All else is mist.