Her skin was like the result of a volcano. It flowed on, and ebbed to the touch. At any moment I felt it could Erupt, and destroy me. I was conscious of vast oceans Of molten lava beneath, As if she masked Shifting tectonic plates below. Amidst her peaks and valleys, Glaciers, Wind and Fire, Pounded material into submission. To lie next to this Reservoir of energy, this Hot and heavy Heavenly body, Rotating and Revolving To its own rhythm, Was to dance With life.