Wild

A turning restless child she is to me,
Wild nature rises feverish
                      In her bower; dark vines entwine
                            A whirling girl, a dervish.

She turns and turns, a breathless heart 
                    That never takes a beat, until she falls
                            Exhausted from her savage dance
                                    Her laughter loud and fierce.

Hair of leaves and claws of dirt
          Teeth white, she fights with lupine grin, 
                Snarls, rising from deep shadowed earth
                             To spin her violent dance again.          

Feral eyes peer unseen through mine
               And madness glints in gold, 
                     She refuses to be loved or held,
                          Her separation cruel and cold.
                
Un-named, unloved she lives here
      She-wolf, untamed and free 
             Lonely, wild and wanting
                      She devours the world for me.

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