It’s Wild

Posted on the 13 September 2016 by Rarasaur @rarasaur

My heart is the most wild thing about me, it goes where it wants, when it wants, to who it wants, however it wants.

It is a fey creature, unpredictable and reckless. Brave, adrenaline-soaked, sweaty, manic,

happy.

My heart is the most wild thing about me, but it's caged inside me for safe keeping. My body is a safe cage, my mind, a careful one. There is padding for when my heart thrusts itself against my ribs in a burst of want. There are valleys for it to rest when it bruises and bleeds.

She is a wild heart, but a good one.
A kind one.

She loves people who do things, people who love things, people who hate things, people who aren't people at all.

She probably loves you.

If you get close enough to my heart for it to scent you, she will cuddle her gruesomely callused body right alongside you. She will snuggle into your armpits and fall asleep listening to all your secrets, sniffing in the odors of your humanity.

She will keep your secrets, even when you eventually cut her open. And you will eventually cut her open.

It's almost impossible not to bruise such a brave and wild thing. She has been known to cut herself open to hold more of you inside. She has been known to bruise herself trying to break through your cage and cuddle the core of you.

And she might bruise you, too.
Such a wild creature,
such a reckless one.

Such a hungry, hungry heart.

I cage her, for her own good. I protect her with cautious words, and careful thoughts, and lots of comfort food that line my ribs so that she will only hit padding when she tries to break through.

And she will try to break through.
She wants to get to know you better.

She probably loves you, after all.

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Hello, Best Beloveds, and new beloveds. Tell me something about you. Your name? Your favorite color to wear? How is your heart today?