Dark water wells and fills my eyes,
draws deep from shadow-scented pools,
runs thick with poise and subtle cries
of truths that rise above the rules;
who says you can’t at once be fair
and fierce, and soft, and hard of jaw,
and thick with lips and hooks of hair
(a stare that dares you think they’re yours).
There’s power in her heart’s demands;
the shadows that her art commands.