Wild Love

You once had me
While questioning my crazy
With your two-dimensioned sanity
You used me
As your muse until
Your narrow-lensed machinery
Could not capture
Or quite wrap your
Self around
My whirling full
Is not
My weakness now
In fact
It never was
But instead yours
Your fear and lack
Of bravery’s breadth
I am sorry
For the too sane death
Of who
You used to be
And how
When you saw me
Dancing through dimensions
Creating worlds
And twirling with insanity
You tamed yourself
Too spite your claim
But I refuse
Because she’s mine
Not yours to frame
My love insane
My own wild she


~ by April on April 23, 2020.

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