She will lift a Persian rug
To sweep your soul out from underneath it
She will bring you to life
By taking your breath away
She rations her heart
To heal the world
Especially if she sees herself in you
Past, present, or future
She is the deep sea
In your shallow pond
She is the velvet cherry
That tops the avalanche
She is calm, jasmine rain
In a hectic city
Of plastic nicotine fog
She is neither a saint
Or a sinner
Instead, an ongoing series of moments
In the middle
She swims in a fountain of youth
Wearing only a thick skin
That has enabled her survival
Through the ages
She sees good in the bad
Will give all she has
Until the truth is blinding
And she realizes that there’s more
Than what bubbles at the surface
Beneath the earth’s core
She is clumsy grace
She is intelligent naivety
A hidden beauty
Her mind and body are elusive
The mystery that intrigues you
Because she sleeps between the stars
Cuddling the moon and sun
Admiring all the emotional battles
She has won
She simply is
Who could ask the universe for more?
Passionate
Imperfect
In full bloom
Unadulterated
Shannon Hollander 