love in envy of you, wild one

you fascinate me, ferile, claws out
shrieking in the treetops
i want to keep you
banshee, banshee, to trap you under a teacup
to stick my lips down near and whisper through the porcelain
hot breath pearling up on the side
i want to say "stay with me"
but your trees keep me here,
away in concrete,
in molded,
in my corrugated steel
i see the beauty in your wilderness contours
tracing the scratches with delicate fingers
and would it were me in the nowhere,
howling at the moon.