of all things wild

don't hush
the cusses,
the ogles,
the farts,
the itches,
the hands
that grope
in unexplored places

don't hush
the wails,
the rants,
the rues,
the slaps,
the undies
with stains
that smell of sweat
and desire

don't douse
those sparks
of the raw and wild
untamed beast,
carry them as they singe you,
in the pores of your skin,
in the pulse of your heart,
in the flow of your breath

take them to the forest,
away from the staid eyes
of this delirious world,
and offer them as you explode
in silent reverie,
into the stark stillness
of all things wild
and human

where you will always
be heard and held,
and received
home.