She’ a dark music,
rhythm full of soul and think.
Hers is syncopated real.
Flesh dance like shivers,
heart jiving to a hopscotch joint
lasting her ‘til dawn.
Black deep like cosmos,
pride thicker than spinning wool,
fear sharp as her tongue…
A razor’ cutting edge,
like man in pursuit of his prize.
She is lioness prowling ever wise. Ever wild.