Now Wild

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