she

this is for she,

who flows between a graceful feather

falling through the ether,

and a wildfire ripping through the forest.

she, who dances with the delicacy of polarity,

reminding us how soft rain sounds like sweet whispers,

and why hurricanes are named after people.

a gentle daughter

made from the winds of mother nature.

a tumultuous tornado that tears down cities in her,

protecting only those at the centre of her heart.

she, who cannot be tamed

but domesticates the loudest of roars.

with an entrancing gaze beneath her brows

and lavender pheromones on her skin,

she'll have you lost in the female labyrinth.

she, with eternal elusiveness that cannot be captured

and perpetual depths only for the bravest explorers.

a divine descent of venus,

here to remind us of meaning.

this for she,

the wild feminine awaiting to be awakened

in all of us.