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

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