She 

Always an enigma,

dwells in deep, dark currents 

Emerging only

on her own terms, 

in her own time.

.

She ebbs and flows 

Revealing then passing away

glistening and basking on the shore for a time.

.

I feel her as she nears, 

The warmth of her flame,

Siren song beckoning. 

.

I cannot deny her

When she comes.

Nor restrain her 

As she moves to go.

.

And now she is here… 

dangerous and thrilling… 

Sweet Lifeblood of mine.

Image: Petrina Hicks: Bruised peaches 2018 from the Still Life Studio series 2018