The Savage I Loved

It was the savage in you

That I loved

 

But now that you’re back

I can see

You’ve changed.

Warped beneath their

Interfering hands.

You’re far from savage

Now

As you sit upright

With a sickly smile

Like just another

Of their snobby puppets

Dancing to a music

Too sophisticated

For me

With my wild ways

And messy hair.

 

Our eyes meet now

And yours grow hopeful

For a moment.

But they’re not the eyes

I used to love

Wild and alive.

These new ones are glassy

Like you’re not really

Behind them.

Vacant and cold.

I spit on the ground

And turn away.

 

Because that’s what savages do.

 

 

And it was the savage in you

That I loved.

The child

Alive on open skies

And wild plains

That I cherished.

 

Your face falls

With a look of polite enquiry

But I am gone.

 

Gone to lie against the untamed earth

Gone to hide amongst the feral landscape

 

Because that’s what savages do.

 

 

And i can still be savage without you.