Untamed

an Ae Freislighe poem

I do not ask, I take, I burn,
your name dissolves upon my tongue.
The rivers rise, the orchards turn,
the birds fall silent, nests unsprung.
A storm unfurls beneath my skin,
its thunder threaded in my throat.
I carve you out, I drag you in,
your breath caught fast inside my coat.
My teeth know hunger, hands know flame,
I bite the wind, it bends, it yiel…