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…


“My senses are electric and magnetic.

My nervous system sparkles with pleasure as I feel the coolness of dew under my feet.”