loose threads

a poem in which my wild escapes into the woods

    escapes or is born —
body trembles slick with viscera
     newborn long-limbed and yearning already
  in the bright morning light
a tangle of donn waves
   casting amber rainbows in her gold eyes
    rosebud lips, freckles or mud? between her toes
   moss spreads, a velvet shoe to enchant travel
  
  my wild wraps herself around trunks
    bark pressing rivulets into her pale,
 if she could twine herself between the rings,
      she would
she would stretch out between abundance
    shrink in drought, knees to chest
when night falls, she swims in silver light
   floats on her back, breasts two half moons
        bobbing on the surface
apples ripe for the picking 

  she runs with the fawns,
 all limbs and softly thudding hooves
  breath rising in ribbons from her nostrils
she lays   down
     on a blanket of pale violet flowers
  smaller than her thumbnail, and
dreams in sagas,
   sagas of her primal yearning,
forever untamed and wandering