Running Wild

Impatient for beginnings.
Running wild from the end.
Losing that great feel
of in between.
Wishing it would never rain.
Needing drink to quell the pain.
He fell upon the field like a stain.
Crying tears of great pretense.
Never caring whence
they came or went.
Raging only to give vent
to pent-up urges paying rent.
Nurtured by a single cell of flesh.
Refusing that great need to intermesh.
Veering off the path
to lie within the silken grass.
Dancing naked in a brewing storm.
Jostled by the rule of every norm.
Contemplating nothing much.
Afraid to feel. Afraid to touch.
Impatient for beginnings.
Running wild from the end.
Losing that great feel
of in between...

? Michaelette ?

10/20/2005
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