Wildness

I love nights like this;
cleansing,
electric...

When the wind is high and cool,
the air dense and heavy...

They coax the wildness in me to life...

She wants to dance around a fire,
naked to the wind,
hair floating, wrapped about her,
feet bare to the earth...

Basking; soaked in air and fire,
on some broken shore,
surrounded by water and earth...

She longs, hunting to find release,
amidst the view of moon and sky and sea...