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,
she is
like man in pursuit of his prize.

She is lioness prowling ever wise. Ever wild.

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