She is hard to describe and worse to explain,
Like blue between clouds above the baked earth
And rapidly approaching, a solid gray overcast sky.
Pattering raindrops; legible tear drops: floods of emotion,
Reflect her moods
Like tree roots clutching the ground.
She is well centered on self,
Understands me only when I hold her
And treat her
Like she wants me to.
Sacred jealousies set the stage
From twarded loves and broken dreams.
She can't censor herself and cries when she wants to,
Clutching me
Into submission.
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