Flowing in the wind playing with the leaves in the trees and the grass on the ground.
She smiles and dances, admiring all the beauty around.
Hugs and kisses of a peaceful nature.
The curls of her hair wrap around this being of a nonexistent nomenclature.
Tendrils of love drip from her fingertips
as rose petal lips
float from her swinging hips.
~
But, don’t get it twisted
When war comes her way
she can quickly flip it.
Feet planted on the ground
prepared to pounce.
Sword in hand
sharp enough to slice by the ounce.
Iguana vision
She’ll see all of your angles
Left dangled and mangled
with no inhibition.
~
Make no mistake,
There is a tactic here.
She only wishes to progressively position the gears.
She doesn’t take sides
Only wanting the balance to arise.
In a way to devise
a plan to redirect a world
that has been monopolized.
So strong as she meditates,
Oceans ripple
as she shifts tectonic plates.
Her intensions whisper “j’adore”
amidst the noir
as balance is restored.
About the Creator
Se7enofSpadez S
Poet, Author, Blogger, Artist
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