she

she is burned into my mind
and i remember her like the birds
remember to migrate, like the flowers
remember to open, like the sun
remembers to shine.

she is primordial and native
feathers in her hair as she
talks to the animals and sky and moss

she is sensual yet pure
simple yet wise
feral, yet she knows how to touch you 

just
so
softly.

if you want to find her, look up at the moon.

she is the wild woman
she is in you
and me.