like a soul hovering in light
a feeling incomprehensible
as my heart is taking flight
her face, a lovely mirror of her soul
a rough and tumble woman with a touch of gentle light
a loving caring angel with wings as black as night
her eyes closing sway and curtsy gentle as a feather falls
simultaneously possessing the charisma of a woman who's got balls
She is Hecate and Athena, she is Magdalena bold and fair
She is the only of her species, she is a flower bright and rare
her lips entrance with soft curvature along her cupid's bow
her snake bites hang like punk rock prayer flags upon her lip below
her gentle eyes could paralyze one as Medusa's stare
I have not seen in life or dream another quite as fair
Her blackened hair with midnight glare forms perfectly on her crown
I imagine it feels in my minds eye as soft as fleecy down
her nose proportional to her face as a statue of Aphrodite
she carries herself as nothing else but as a woman, strong and mighty
Her punk rock charm reveals an anarchist, a rebel, plain and pissed
with a spiritual side that is mystified by a cloud of memetic mist