Wild Thing

I’ll pause here - for a moment
until you get the picture
the real me is in the shadow
the shape you cannot ignore

with its hard black outline
no dressing up will make me fit
these traps - of your imagination
into what you want me – to be

to forget my ancestors stalking
before camp fire – before towns
before you began to shape a life
before you tried to shape others

into your acceptance – your need
has fitted these into your clothes
made them fake – and fool – but
you will not hold my free spirit

and in their eyes the cold stare
haunts and taunts – says inside
I am that wild thing you still fear
and want to love you – your desire

have you got it now – who I am
the one you cannot tame