Write me a rule book
for the wild creature
That hasn't brushed her hair
A book of lines and dots and spells
Who needs
To know what not to
Do I
A little ceremony and a clean face
Ablutions for the obedience dance
I will scream and kick and while
Away the hours dreaming of you
Of your hands calloused
Of your heart opening
And closing with the strength and speed
Of a rapidly approaching freight train
Obligated to stay within the confines of
Two slender tracks
Spanning a bridge with it's long body
Bridging both sides
The wild and the carefully rendered
Lay out the lines for me
Lend me a fat crayon
Allow me to squiggle on top of them
Coloring over all of the wrinkles
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