You cannot tame the wild.
This I’ve learned to be true.
I know because,
I am the wild.
Put away the leash
and learn to run with me, dear.
Choosing passion before logic,
and love before everything.
If you cannot understand this,
that is ok,
but my legs will keep running free.
Not because I don’t have love for you,
but because this is how wild things are.
They do not stop to wait for water that may never come,
or words that have no action.
Loving a wild thing
is quite wild,
I must admit.
But it is a journey that will take you to places you have not been,
with views you have not seen,
and thoughts you have not had.
So many wild thoughts,
Undeniably wild thoughts.
If I give myself love,
I must give you love, too.
If I give myself compassion,
I must treat you with compassion as well.
If I look at my life with an open mind,
I must look at your life that way, also.
This is the only way.
Because we all cut each other off on the highway,
and yet we still scream at the other drivers
who do the same thing to us
that we do to them.
This, I do not understand.
all it took was the touch of your skin against mine
to send shivers up my body.
Your longing irresistible,
my wanting undeniable,
keeping your frame glued to this bed,
I met you without a clue,
that this is how I would fall for you.
Slowly, without knowing.
and then passionately.
Your soul wrapped around mine,
with no explanation as to why
it was you that my heart picked.
Just my stomach fluttering at the mention of your name.