Mosaic

I am a mosaic, pieces dark and light and all shades between and beyond, casting bright rays or slivers of shadow, depending on the illumination.

I am ancient stone illuminated by the pitiless cast of full moonlight, curled close around the shadows I conceal

I am fire, changing with what is added or removed but never less than destruction dancing on the edge of beauty

I am a hidden brook, best savored in the sudden discovery of a new bend, a new flow, almost never the same from two exposures

I am the eye of the storm, alert and observant as the world rages around me

I am the hiss of dark serpents close along the line of flesh, slow feasting on the caught breaths betwen fear and desire

I am early spring, coltish and wild with storms cresting the horizon leaving an aftermath of new growth

I am dusk, the deepening mystery between light and dark where shadows stalk the fading sunlight and anything can happen

I am sunshowers, unexpected and refreshing in the midst of a tedious day

I am finger cymbals, demanding and rhythmic in the pulsing fire of the dance

I am .....more than meets the eye
I am ....no less a Huntress
I am ....a willing slave
I am ....exquisite heat
I am .... yours
I am ....