Wild Heart

She is often a soul of passion and chaos.

Wild and wandering.

 

I don’t have a big enough vocabulary to explain who she is,

and what she means.

So, I’ll just say this;

 

My fingers find their purpose in the space between hers,

and my survival finds its meaning when wrapped in her arms.

 

Because of her, I discovered that my heart beats at a rhythm

only the wildest things can comprehend.

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