Free

Chaos runs in streams
Down her shoulders
In uncontrollable tresses
A glimpse of her untamed nativity

Few can take the plunge
Into the dark of her eyes
An abysmal beauty
She swallows you whole
If you let her

The symmetrical savages
Her lips
They hold back the fire
Frozen in place
She won't burn you
While she burns away

A hand traces her outline
Easing through the hotter parts
Down, down, deeper
There is more than blood
That courses through her

You stand too close
Unnerved and excited by the climax
Closer still, to her mystery

And you wait
You wait
Till she sets herself free