Embrace

You thought you had her figured out, didn’t you? Wrapped up in a warm embrace, safe from the world outside.

But, my dear, you forgot that she was wild. Born of the desert sand and raised by the gentle breeze whistling through the sagebrush.

She was never meant to be restrained by two limbs of flesh pressed against a beating heart.

No, quite the opposite. Her body belonged to the earth and her soul to the sky and when you had her wrapped up she was slipping out of your embrace, one grain at a time, back to the sands of her birth.