Wild Woman

Wild woman.
Jungle woman.
Untamed, undomesticated, unmanageable.
They talk about your black eyes and red red red lips.

They want you;
Not to love, but to possess.
To place upon a shelf,
Shine you monthly,
And let the whole world know:
I won this. This is mine.

My lovely feral woman,
You know not their desires,
But you can tell them all about:
Loneliness
Square pegs in round holes
A throbbing womb
A desire to be touched gently
Dreams of strong accommodating arms.

Woman,
I hope you stay wild.
Be resilient- follow your instincts.
You are stronger than they will ever know.

Love is a jungle:
A fierce and uncultivated world,
Full of vines to trip up your feet,
Flowers to poison you,
Snakes with slick tongues.

And though I know,
Sweet wild woman,
That you were born into this ruthless situation,
Only you need to know,
That you-
Black eyes
Red red red lips-
Are the Queen of this Jungle,
This Maze,
This muddle,
This mess.

Time to reign.