She loves boats,
Because
She can get to
The middle of something
Not just
The outside.
She loves the sea
Because
She can’t tell tears
From the spray
That alights her face
Like sad reflections.
She loves solitude
Because
Her hair can mask her face and
She can breathe her words
Through her hands
Without looks.
She loves water
Because
It’s the only thing that
Holds her
The only thing that
Fills her hunger,
For wholeness.
She holds her breath
Because
She loves to breathe
Loves to appreciate
Life.
She taunts death
Because
She’s not scared
To prepare
For her re-fall.