Itchy skin
Ready to peel
Sloughing off
Gentrified layers
Binding a
Wild creature
No more
If sublime is
Holding tension
Finding pleasure in
Displeasure, its
Agitation frustrates
My nerves, searching
For relief from
Irrational, erratic
Desires; free this
Animal into
Forest to commune
With other sprites
Manifesting spirits
She builds a
Roaring bonfire
Strips naked; no one
Present to judge
As she dances
‘Round licking flames
Clawing stars from
Sky; pressing
Cheek to moss, inhaling
Clear dew perfume
Arching, writhing
Scathing movement
Demanding to be
One with nature
Questioning no more
Reason and rhyme
Let her sate herself
On ice clinging to
Poison berries
Subsuming danger
To feel alive
Would that I
Could save her
From captivity
Find me a knife
Separate us
For good; a
Kindness
Leave wild things
To live as
They should
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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