she likes to play rhythms
on the toughened bones
a little lightly in the dusk
and she doesn't wait
for the shadows to clear from your eyes, she knows
shadow hides beauty too

she likes the sounds
of blood pumping through body
and hearts lifting
in joy, ecstasy, the fluttering of birdlike emotion
uncontained and yet enclosed

she is the still small voice
& she doesn't give wisdom
    she gives experience
and lets you learn on your own
because in the dark of the soul
there is the pearl you seek
the toughened bones
yielding to you now, not fear