The Way She Is

This single moonbeam that pierces the darkness, 

This distant rumor, 

Her beautiful intellect caged, 

bound by your fear of her climbing potential.

This salve used to shield your wounds, 
This silver glint trickling from her eyes, This wisdom consuming your mind in a blaze; 
Where you mask those rosy scars in black shadows, 
Where she guides ribbons of sunshine, 
fuchsia, and blood to unlock your hold. 

And still you lay, astounded, 
Drifting, In this ocean’s blurring pool of words.