gentle waves of heartbreak

Wild Things

They've got flowers in their hair,

And dirt under fingernails, 

Bodies blushing with bruises, 

As greedy hands weave tales.

Their breath smells of the forest wind, 

And their feet are calloused from running, 

Giggles rustle the highest leaves, 

And the trees look down upon them beaming. 

They are loved for their wild nature, 

And freedom in their souls, 

As they have nothing to fear, 

They are nothing less than whole. 

I am the king of all things beautiful, 

And the wild things have been mine forever, 

Teaching me how to dance on the ground, 

Even as I remain untethered.