wild woman

wild woman

I am a wild woman
I slide my fingers
through my hair
livened in the being
in the seeing
in the breathing
of moonlit air.

I am a wild woman
I part my lips
to taste the rain
nourished in the waking
in the quaking
in the breaking
of our pain.

I am a wild woman
I raise my hips
to claim my pleasure
supported in the changing
in the shaking
in the raging
of the weather.

You are a wild woman
You evoke the stars
the sun, the moon
needed to be roaring
to be soaring
to be storming
this wild broken world.

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