once upon a time,
you called me wild.
I was the girl with
wild hair wild eyes
wild soul wild thoughts
oh, she cannot be contained.
her hands are like fire.
sometimes I'd look at you
with my familiar brash smile
and you'd squint against the sun
that was my every flaming gaze
and say, "oh you're wild"
and tip your head back
and smile
I see it perfectly in my mind.
your voice is branded
on every inch of my body
I see you examine me now
detecting the wildness
reeling it out like a cat does a bird
with grinning, shrewd eyes
sharp tongue
go on, say "oh you're wild"
and I can trace the flames
along the lines of your arms
I can murmur witchcraft
with my lazy hands
at the nape of your neck
just to see you tip your head back
and smile.
taste fire, breathe flames, baby.
