Marked

You say you're wild, boy

but I've broke horses

wilder than you

Soon you'll be eating sugar

outta my hand and

beggin' for more

You say you love the road

but you're gonna love

the sidewalk to my house

and the stairs up to my room

even more

'cause once you're in my bed, boy

you ain't never gonna think of goin'

anywhere else

I am the moon that you sing to

I am the song that you sing

I am the scent on the breeze

that you gotta chase

Even wild things

have their weaknesses

and I know all of yours, boy

You leave my hips bruised

and my lips swollen and aching

But it is you

who have been marked.

photo by Daryl Edelstein

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Weekend Photo Challenge 
and Poetry Pantry #85 at Poets United