Free Verse: "Wanderlust"

A mind that wandered and a heart of lust,

Her untraveled bones are veiled in dust

Long ago, her head whorled like a globe of all the world,

When she watched the lines of her palms create an interstate

She swore the aurora borealis reflected in her eyes,

With the touch of gold of a Floridian sunrise

She drew a star over Berlin on her map of skin

And she wrote fond notes of Paris among her atlas

She spoke witty jokes of joining a Zulu tribe,

As she recalled the geography her youth imbibed

When the morning dawned, her fantastical travelings were withdrawn,

Deep inside her bones away from nine-to-five's weary tones

She withered in stagnancy that shriveled the map into her blood

Her head no longer whorled, and her eyes were dull pools of mud

The star on Berlin faded to a patch of liver-spotted skin

As the au revoir of Paris echoed in the tattered atlas

And so, she once had a mind that wandered with a heart of lust,

But her time was lost, leaving her untraveled bones veiled in dust