Wild Woman

I am the Wild Woman
And I am unbound.

Civilization is but a veneer,
The real me howls at the moon.

M y sentiments are not appropriate,
My kisses too hot for pecks,
My hands to eager to gently caress.

I will love you wholly
Or not at all.

I’ll not be your tame hawk
To murmur politely on your arm.

I’ll wheel wildly towards the sun
And lovingly pluck your eyes out.