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.