seven - Untamed

Queer looking, maybe deranged
an old unfitting leather jacket
that suits your bad boy style so well.
The first time I saw you, I saw this freak
wounded and sick
perverted dog.
Something about you just stuck:
that strange from nowhere but your mouth accent of yours
that unattached 'I am not here' attitude you pose
the serenity with which you spoke
made me think
you wouldn't get excited for anything,

you are far too bright to

care enough      to

get excited.
That  excited me.

Stray
never to be tamed.
Didn't realize it then
but as time
spent together passed --
(I don't wanna think I ever tamed him.)
I rather think of it as
a stray dog had put a leash round my neck and walked me
home.