I wander through lives,
wild thing in a domesticated age,
baring my soul to those who dare see.
I send my thoughts whisper-thin
like night breezes touching you
in your subconscious wonderlands...
and await your unplanned replies.
I change rapidly
unashamedly.
Trying, nonetheless
to do what I'm told,
file my thoughts away like scars
no one wants to see.
Until you resurrect me:
pacing, snarling, wildthing
sleeping in my deepest cells.
You give me my reply in sweeping words,
blessed unholy silence.
A kiss, love, to end the world.