Wild: Being "Payton" Again

There's a moon drawn on my ankle
and long-braids in my hair
blood-red on my bottom-lip:
Hot sunlight makes the white skin Gold.

My bare feet'r tipped with sea-green paint
my eyes are blue as glass:
if I move--with a grace--that is effortless,
 will the women breathe my name?

This world, this moon, is possible--
if I run with wolves, if I fly at crow-wing length,
if I howl at the night-sky
no land will dare to hold me
and no land I'll dare to hold.

I am now a wild-girl
the savage from the northern lands,
whose voice sings from the heathen-speech
the savage from t'northern-lands
exiled for love.

Exiled for love
From home, from friend and country-wood,
my two feet carried me here.

I am a wild, moon-trenched girl
dancing in your summer-sun.