Category: Wild Woman

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After reading Alison Nappi’s A Wild Woman Is Not A Girlfriend, I found Aubrey Marcus, one of my favorite podcasters, wrote a poem of wild man after he was inspired by the original wild woman version. 

It is also a very powerful poem from a wild man’s point of view. When I read the part “I am no poodle to lay groomed on a leash at your feet. I am the wolf that fetches the bones of truth.” 

I got this chill around my chest. It is not a bad chill but an energy surged in me that makes me ponder…”Am I able to accept my man as a wolf that fetches the bones of truth?” In the Alison Nappi’s wild woman version, I see myself asking my man to accept me as this furious wild woman. But here, am I wild enough to also accept my significant other to be in the same way? 

I think it is a two way streets. We are in this relationship/marriage together to grow and to learn to accept who we truly are whether we are in our strongest armors or standing at the edge of our vulnerability. 

A wild man is not a boyfriend, he is a force.

Can you love me in the blinding heat of a birthing star, when I shower warmth on distant moons?

Can you love me in the hole of the cosmic Black, where no one can reach me? Not even you?

Can you love me then too?

Can you love me when I drag buffalo skulls through the dirt for days, to the rhythm of an ancient drum?

Will you love me if my beard hides the scars in my heart, from battles I cannot explain?

WIll you love me when I lack courage, when I am defeated, when I won’t let you patch my wounds?

WIll you trust me when I smell of sweetgrass and sage, and when I stink of whiskey and sweat?

When I drink from the cup and play in astral light, will you anchor me to Home?

What happens when my words don’t work, and I can speak with only my eyes?

Can you love me enough to let me go, without asking me where I’ll be?

I am no poodle to lay groomed on a leash at your feet. I am the wolf that fetches the bones of truth.

A wild man is not a boyfriend. He’s not built for animal husbandry. He is a force. He is a cause for an effect. He is a mission.

Are you afraid to let me inside you? Not just my flesh, but my soul. The wild man is neither burglar or vandal. I will not take anything from you. I will not trample on sprouting seeds or pick flowers as a trophy. I am the sun on flooded fields and the fire for tangled webs.

Don’t be scared, lover, mother, maiden, crone. Take me as I am.

Even if I have the power to destroy worlds, I will not destroy you.

A wild man is a protector. A father. A warrior for all that is good.

When the chaos seeks to obliterate you, sheering your flesh from bone, I will hold all the pieces together in love, until you are ready to reassemble.

When your seas boil, and your winds throw cars at corn fields, I will wait patiently for you to catch my eye, so that both of us can laugh.

When Hell opens up the fiery gates, and sends all the cosmos against you, I plant my heels deep in the ground. I lay my shield low. My sword is sharp then, my love. The steel sings sweetly. With a smile, Hoka Hey! My last breath a farewell kiss. Today is a good day to die.

For ours is the oldest love affair. The greatest story ever told. Cupid and Psyche, Shiva and Shakti, You and I.

Same same but different. Would we have it any other way?

A wild man is not a boyfriend. He is a force.