You say she’s a Wild Thing.

Free from inhibitions,

As carefree as the wind,

As bright as the stars,

Her eyes like Tigers’ and her mind like wildfire.

She’s both dangerous and alluring

Pulling you deeper into deadly waters.

Her current is strong

Because she’s friends with the moon. 

She dwells in the shadows,

 Where unwelcomed eyes cannot see how she burns inside.

A pit of coals deep in her soul fuels her desires.

She knows no Mercy, only Truth and Justice.

You cannot keep her,

She is not a flower for the vase,

She grows between the cracks in the sidewalks

And along the walls of lost buildings,

Adorning things long forgotten,

Reminding you of their beauty.

You Were Right. 

She is a Wild Thing

And in the stars, she will continue to dance.