A Wild Thing Of Beauty

Gypsy strains of blood flow
deep under your pretty flesh.
Move on to the tune where
to each other we confess.

Tell me your dark moon
hangs in mist and cloud.
You are animal I now call
out loud and so very proud.

Howl and move onto next
adventures that are held in
what you catch spontaneous
drifting doused in the wind.

Catch up to your pack run
through the wild flowers
on the sides of green hills
where you find your power.

I see the frenzy in your eyes
that dazzles quickly hypnotize
you do me even now as I am
writing these old sweet lies.

Go fast and free to try define
the purpose for red lines.
You’ll step over them quick,
according to your own design.

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