On the spectrum from belief To nilpotent I may be strung along Like a row of pearls When lightning strikes The heart of her She ignites Fuels her desire My sweet exterior melts Reduced to a puddle To mirror her exuberance To the sky Till she hides under blanket For the night
Flicker. Fade. Ignite. Line of sight As grey goshawk peers Down at maker's fingers Plying spoils of earth Like she toys with prey Watching Ruminating creative urge Gives birth to treasure Of unmeasured worth Polished pleasure First ever seen by Naked eyes Akin to mother earth Fragility of life In this temporal sphere Only compounds her worth