I want to wish a stellar Happy Birthday to the man who has never told me to comb the wildness out of my hair. There are so many things that I could say about such a man and best friend, but I will continue instead to let my poetry be my action in words. You move my pen, love.

| please, don’t |

Do not ask her to put

Her shoes back on or

Reprimand her for the

Wildness tangled in her hair,

Do not stop her from

Chasing moon or sun’s light,

And don’t you dare think that

She will ever stop the

Movement that makes it impossible

For you not to drop everything

and follow her

Into the forest of her perpetual


: Nicole Elizabeth Poetry

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