Hello, born wild

She whispered into my ear

I’m born wild

I let those words sink in

And fill the deepest recesses

Of my untamed soul

And like an automated response

An echo came back - 

I heard it, at the same time she did:

I’ve been wild for longer than time itself

I thought she’d walk away - 

Who’d stay after such chaotic words?
But I felt her windswept palm in mine

And she whispered again, 

Can we be wild, together?

Author's Note

Painting = A study of lions by W. Kuhnhert.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the poem my dear friend.
"And she whispered again,
Can we be wild, together?"
I am looking for the wild spirit lady myself. Very cool to find the people with the wild spirit. Celebrate life together. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Einstein Noodle]

sometimes words slip out in an uncanny way of ruining things .. lucky for your "king of the jungle" she knew no harm was meant .. and she heard the wild to wild between them .. i love this little story ... so much packed between the lines to me... a passionate love .. and for me the hint of an everlasting love shared .. really like this sir! rekindles my faith ;)
E.
ps. just a note .. I would put the pic before the poem .. the site sneaks ads in between the way it is .. plus if at the start .. the pic would carry in my imagination through the reading .. just a suggestion .. not criticism. ;)

[SleeplessVolcano]

thank you for your kind words.... good to be writing poems again :)