Upon Finding A Bear Well-Groomed

You combed your unruly mane
and my heart's hand leapt
to it's gaping mouth in fear.

Tell me you are not tamed,
domesticated,
a housecat
yawning at the world.

We spoke idly, politely,
my hands screaming the whole time,
aching,
to send your hair
arcing
this way and that
in frenzied expression
of the passion
(I know)
lies within.