that raw grandeur inside of her
has triggered a movement in my soul
words flow like hot lava
searing everything they pass over
my rocky insides are oozing out flame
spitting in a volcanic dance
melting and reforming my skin
leaving a layer of pumice
how quickly you inspire me
how quickly you remind me who i am
with your celestial words and twiggy exterior
with your pounding, shaking voice
how you reclaim power in vulnerability
a skill i am still struggling to master
how you are undoubtedly an intellect
but still a graceful forest maiden
a piece of earth sculpted and hardened over
stretched with hard skin and piling hair
how i wish to have an inch
of the mind you posses
of the passion you exert
how i long to be such an enigmatic soul
thewistfulwood 