Un(Tamed)

Why?
Why wait for it?
We are winter wolves in sheepskin.
Animals, only.
All toothsome and willing.

Would you think me weak...
If I let you have your way now?
I am feral.
You are couped up, caged.
Her fingers like bars to pin you down.

Face it,

 
Face me!

We would not be speaking still
if you didn't want to run wild
with the wind in our whispers

I will free you from your stone

Reviews

[Another Poet]

I love it. It was pretty reading and I enjoy the read. Nice flow and keep posting!

[Sorry Infamous]

Thank you! I will try ;)

[Another Poet]

Okay nice!

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. You made me wish to run wild in the forest with the strong description and the offer of freedom. Good to be feral. Many types of cages. Cages are easy to fall into. Hard to break free from. I like the flow of thoughts and the hopeful ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sorry Infamous]

Thank you, Coyote. Always good to hear from you!

[Fernando Pessoa]

I do remember your words of wildness. So glad to have you back here! Let the wolves ever run free.

"The raging fire which urged us on was scorching us; it would have burned us had we tried to restrain it." ~Giacomo Casanova

[Sorry Infamous]

Thank you for your kind words. It's good to be back, Paul.

[Fernando Pessoa]

Please don't ever leave again! Just sayin. ;)

[Sorry Infamous]

I have a LOT of catching up to do... I don't have time to ever leave again!!!

[Fernando Pessoa]

Whew! That's good news for the rest of us!!!!