She's like the desert,
not because her air is dry
or her breath hot,
but because of all her colors.
The hues of everything that's favorable mix into her-
into her hair and skin
and even her identity.

She blooms with every rain of thought-
every self realization becoming yet another bud, adding yet another shade.
Beneath her surface you'll unearth something even more vibrant,
like red soil against blue sky.

But most of all,
she resembles the desert
because when she smiles it's like watching the sun set down it's light
to be replaced by the of wonder
of the desert at night.