Wild_1He’s on my mind today. I wouldn’t seek to tame him. Impetuous Prince who always leaves me wanting more.

When he smiles, each line on his face tells a story and I’ve memorized them all. Laughter. Character. Wisdom. Pride. I’ve traced them with the fine tipped marker of my perception and stowed them away for safe keeping in the photographic chasm of my mind. I find his wrinkles sexy, because they belong to him. Because they are earned.

There is something sad about him. Sullen. Muted. Solitary. Confined. Something that’s wild and longing to break free. Something I see that reminds me of myself. Something that makes me want to touch him in places that nobody else can, because I get it. It would be easy to hate him for giving me a taste and not offering more. But I don’t.

Because somehow knowing him, has made me more free. Because he woke me up inside just when I needed it most. Because I write better knowing he is out there in the world. Because you can’t tie down a wild heart, only hope that someday you might be able to run free with one just as wild as you.

* Where is my wild Prince? Let’s break free together! =p *