you. are a common thief.
if he was property
and not a man
you would go to jail.

I watch from above
you have quenched his fire.
He flickers like a dying candle.
He pours black pain
into bowl called despair.
You have crippled him with
your selfish abuse.
you have chained my wildman
to the kitchen table.

Give him back to me
let him heal in my glow.
Let me bathe his wounds
and let him come back.

How a ***** like you
can utter the word love.
and keep my wild beast
chained I do not know.

Bring him home
let me give him
back his feral spirit.
Let me give him his domain.
Even if after he is healed
I have to set him free
to run again
in the urban wilds.