Makes you shudder, does that man.

He chops wood

with a hearty smirk

as if he's splitting heads,

tosses logs gleefully into the fire

like they're corpses.

He holds you tight

like he's trying to break your bones,

kisses hard,

near smothering, near biting.

But he's a good man, you say.

He let the wolf live.

And you've a dead cat

to prove it.