Wild Fire

Creating moments in space

Painting butterflies on my face.

The thunder growls,

Howls I hear amid the falling rain, and

Like a stray animal—

Lost—

I go insane.

But cradled in your arms

I am wild, I am tame.

*I found this the other day among others I wrote a few years ago. If I can remember correctly, I wrote this some time in November of 2010, most probably a Saturday as I was riding through the motion of lights in the night rain, my mind lost in the oblivion of her eyes...