The sun and moon in the same sky:
We see her sitting in the sun;
At night she meditates towards the water.
We see what she becomes
After hours up, understanding the flow of her own emotion.
She sparkles and she’s terrifying,
Like the ocean.
Touch her once and slip inside forever-
Pussy juices like a potion.
You can never contain her, though-
Disrespect her waters, and you’ll be floating.
Her heart is as soft as sand but as artfully crafted and as strong as a deep sea shell;
Her mind is all the storms that have brought sailors home to hell, as well as all the soft, inspiring reflections of sunset or rise that sent lovers home to dwell.
She is her light as well as her dark,
And it is her darkness that makes her love deeper than the sea and just as mysterious - an addictive thought to many!
It is her darkness that she wishes to control,
To push heavy waves away as they travel back so inevitably,
And during sunshine too;
She faces a world of lost tourists
While still facing herself,
Radiating. (Not many do; are you a lost tourist, dear soul in meat bag on floating rock?)