Call me Wild Woman

It takes a wild woman to make a soul gardener,

For she sows her dreams for just the right seed.

It takes a wild woman to make the soil fertile,

For she goes down on all fours and ploughs her heart barefoot.

It takes a wild woman to make the moonlight glow,

For she carries the dark side of moon within her womb.

It takes a wild woman to make a ribcage crack,

For she knows just where to strike her shovel in.

It takes a wild woman to make the water source,

For she gives her tear fully and completely.

It takes a wild woman to make the seed sprout,

For she sings her song giving flesh to the bones.

What does it take to make love to a wild woman?

It takes a man who tries not to tame her, 

For he learns to name her and call her by her name again and again;

For he sees her true nature and does not give in to the urge of running away.

He will stay.