I want the barely contained wild,
the push and pull of muscles driving
deep, desperate, toward a peak,
falling down the cliff,
soaring to a high known
only in the arms of another.
© Johanna Fugitt 2016
I want the barely contained wild,
the push and pull of muscles driving
deep, desperate, toward a peak,
falling down the cliff,
soaring to a high known
only in the arms of another.
© Johanna Fugitt 2016