My body vibrates, when wind of you, blow across me; Dragon burning fire, passion. Energy flows through me on circuits off line for awhile. When did the moon stop enchanting? When did a touch stop exciting? When did the wind stop calling my name? I imagine we are wolves, wild and free, running on frozen tundra, white fur against star lit night. Singing like whales, our sonic sounds crash against shore, wave, after wave, after wave, vibrating, loosening centuries of dormant dreams. When wild things are tamed, they slip into a routine, life. Now you! Now fire! Now wild!
May 17, 2016