Beware The Wild Things

Wild things are better left
to trample tall grasses underfoot in open savannahs.
Concrete walls and lounge chairs are optional for them.
Occasionally one will slip on a pair of trousers
or wiggle into a skirt with heavy rusching.
They've been known to sip cups of tea, pinky finger extended
while nibbling cucumber sandwiches.

Don't be fooled by such antics.

Wild things undo the carefully ordered lives
of more docile, domesticated creatures.
Rules chafe tough hides, routines dull the senses.
Vows of commitment burn too deeply, making wild beasts run amok
turning over furniture, breaking heirloom china.

A spectacle certain to shock the neighbors, to frighten small children.

The next time a beguiling stranger strolls toward you... inhale deeply.
If you detect the pungent musk of something feral.
Find yourself gazing into dark, gypsy eyes.
Beware the wild things.

Back away! Back away!
Slowly back away.

ivory simone

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APOLOGY TO MY LOVER

I heard you were sick. I wanted to call. To inquire about you. Then I thought about your wife. Her strained voice coming through the receiver. I don't want to beg for crumbs.

There was a time when you were a torrid fever, a sweet madness that kept me wet. No matter how much I washed, the scent of our insatiable rutting stayed with me. Even now, I am shameless. I want to climb into your sick bed, wrap my legs around your hips, pull you deep inside me. You and I were fluttering moths, transfixed by passion's flame, oblivious to the cost.

Payment is due. Although, you're ill, I cannot come to you. The sharp beaks of the nesting birds are ready to draw blood. They're guardians of hearth and home. I'm an interloper, a jezebel, a home-wrecker.

Forgive me, my love, for not attending to you. Not mopping your brow or placing a cup of water to your lips. I want to stand watch over you. To greet you when your eyes open after a restless sleep.

At night my heart leaves my body. It travels across town. Scampers through an opening in your bedroom window only it can find. And waits for you to hear it beating.

To let you know I'm here. Still here.