a running rapid
not a vapid rivulet
She’s a canyon big and bold
not a pebble or a stone

She’s a loud crack of lightning
not a steady murmur
She’s a swirling typhoon
not a distant tremor

She’s a pulling riptide
not a circling ripple
She’s a shooting spark
not a flickering fizzle

She’s the blazing sun
not a billowing cloud
She’s the fertile earth
after it’s tilled and plowed

She’s wild horses
an oasis in the desert
she’ll put you off
drag you under
raise you up as the Titanic
throw you back
in a panic

She’ll love you fiercely
as a lion
show you parts of her
but she’s hiding
the blackness in her chest
She’ll hand you her soul
nothing less