She's a spark and a shadow, the wise sage and wily minx

She's the stars and the earth and the sun and the moon
She's the grass and the wind in the boughs of the trees
She's prayer beads and sunflower seeds

She's the water that flows and freezes
The fire that burns and scorches and thaws
She's spring, summer, fall and winter
Always changing and always familiar

She's all that men have talked about and all of which
they've lied
She's the dark lady with brown breasts and reeking breath
And the golden goddess on the unreachable terrace
For me to wish that I was a glove on her hand

She hurts, she cries, she laughs and brings life
She poses and paints, learns and teaches
She speaks softly, streaming, screaming, sighing
She whispers, she taunts, keeps me going and holds me at
bay

She surrounds, binds, lets go, draws back, gives in
She gives all, takes what she wants and never relents
She's all I ever wanted and all I could ever hope to find
She's in my waking dreams, and that's where she'll reside