Abyssal Promises

What a fool am I.
To let that iron cage around my heart open
and flutter into you like a bird desperate for freedom.
I built that cage to keep the wolves out,
and to sing in the sunlit dawn without thought.

I should have seen through that foundation,
dusted thickly on your face with precision.
How genuine it appeared,
glowing radiantly outside these impossible walls.

No wolf had ever aspired so intently
an effort that only sincerity could transpire.
Hot beath of spiced lips ruffled at my feathers,
tempting the untouched skin beneath.

How transforming your eyes became
when they looked into mine
and flickered with abyssal promises,
glistened with the moisture of honesty.

Entrustment of the thickest kind
spun through the cobwebs of my veins.
What a life it would be,
protected so devoutly by a wilddog.

But when my daydreaming haze unlocked that gate
you launched forward with mighty claws
to tear at my delicate flesh,
so tiny underneath your continental grip.

What a fool am I,
to lay here in a puddle of thick blood,
like a child on an operating table.  
Chest cracked, heart exposed.