She is the Wild

She is the rain.

She is raindrops hitting leaves on a summer evening,

When lazy lust descends upon lovers' eyes.

She is the wild.

She is honeysuckle plume and drying wood,

Flowers collected, flowers borrowed.

She is the sea.

Welcoming desire - embracing it,

With a wildling smile (that smile!) and sea sprayed hair.

She is the swell.

Waves breaking on a storm strewn beach,

When angel rays dance upon an ocean deep, past loves stopping by.

She is the storm.

Shattering peace and kindly ways,

Unsettled waters, love lost before its bloom.

She is the Wild - County Tyrone, Ireland (2022)

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