She walked through
lava;
back-stroked the abyss.
Hugged her shadow child;
and the moon, she would kiss.
Alone
is a balance of presence
and wildness.
She’s a wild mess – seductress;
effervescent – your love’s less.
She rose from the ashes
and touched those whom she saw
were loved less.
But always returned to the stars
because in this world,
she found herself;
love less.
by Skukura Woods