She, part 2.

Every so often, this one person will come along and bring a presence that just seems to calm the sea.
Her eyes-
The sway of her hands.
Her footsteps –¬†molded¬†to the shape of the rock beneath.
Her breath; breathing in salty, out with fields of hope.
There is something about her lips…
The curve of sensuality that matches the waves.
Her violent, thrashing anger – matching the elements –
Given and taken away just as quickly.
Something about her movement, her steady gaze at the deep blue with her bright yellows.
Something about the way she holds out for tomorrow while grasping tightly to today –
There’s a certain darkness in her whisper – the fight or flight in her veins…
Something, about everything, about she.

M.

She.