Wild Woman

She was an untamed lady; like a wild stallion

galloping through the mist. A breath of fresh air?

Maybe more like a myth.

Her worries and cares blowing through the wind; she cursed and scorned

Those who tried

To take her fifth-

Time around the bend. She was lovely and limber

Shy yet so very tender

To those she held the most dear

To her flimsy ice cold heart. A mothers touch

Was incomparable to

Her playful soul;

The one to catch her heart was the one who would behold

A fantasy world only inside of her mind

Or reality's bliss; for God's sake please take your time.