Fierce Is She

Dashed against the sand, left for dead
Stripped of her smile, stripped of her soul.
Sentenced to be pummelled by a fire of her demons.
All she could do was hide behind the rocks.
Her frail pale skin hugging the jagged black rock.

Like constant crashing waves,
This fire storm seemed never ending
Slowly heating the rocks
And they never stopped
She even believed this was all her life would ever be.

But while her tears fell and her tyrants blazed
Something started to happen.
The heated rock and her frail skin started to bond.
But more, the rock started to become her.

She opened her eyes and she thought the fires stopped but it wasn't
She stood up and thought there were gone but they werent
She was standing in their fire
And she no longer felt its burn.

A new blood flowed through her
Her frail skin now infused with the rock that she hid behind
Her eyes now filled with passion
And all the fire turned her hair red

She stands on a rock now
She is a rock
Her tyrants and demons no longer have power over her.
They saw and they fled.

A new her has been born now
With dreams and goals that she will hunt
Nothing will stop her like an arrow that has been loosed.
From years of being pulled back and held down,
She is new, she is ready, she is strong.

..."And though she be but little, she is fierce."

Red Air

Don't you see the way she wears her hair everyday around you
She wants you to run your hand in it and grab a fist full.

You hear her heels clicking slowly down the hallway?
She wants your to hear her and follow her 
To that empty conference room being remodelled.

All her dresses stop at the same length just peeking the side of her thigh
Begging for your hands to push her down on the table 
And slide your hands up.

She smiles and lowers her head every time she sees you.
Not from being shy.
But because she calls you master in her soul.

The red ribbon around her neck
Is more acceptable in the office than the black leather choker
engraved with your name that she keeps at home.

The red ribbon, the red heels, is not her sign of confidence
It is the power she wants to give you
Take her Soul, take her breath, take her hair, take her neck
Pull it, Squeeze it.

When you walk buy her desk, you have no idea how she stares.
She breathes you and you will never know
I swear she collects these snap shots of you 
Then goes home and releases to you.

The air we breathe is not the air she breathes 
You're her red, you're her master
You're everywhere for her
You're her red air.

AF 6/6/2015

War Lord

This is not a war of bombs

This is not a war of guns

Not of guns and not of sticks

This is war of stares and kissing

You called out my passion,

So come out and fight...

fight.

Fight for what you've earned

Stare deeper into my soul

You must, I need you to.

Hold my head and kiss me deeper

match my fire.

Warmonger.

All this time, well kept, hidden, defended.

You walked right passed the blockades

You walked right in as if you built the hidden trail 

You sat at my table behind my secret vale

And my spirit served you wine right in front of me without my permission

So fight.

You can't get my love that easy

So fight me and show me that your passion is worth every ounce of mine

Stare farther, kiss deeper

Let me feel your fire.

My stunned heart that you exist.

My exhale, that you stand looking at me, looking for me.

My finally, that you want me even if my want doesn't match yours

Ransom my tears of happiness for my loyalty

My spoils are yours.

Show no mercy

Pull me closer, kiss me till I can't breathe

Fight for this love that I need to give you

This love I thought would never be given ever again.

So fight.

This is not a war of bombs

This is not a war of guns, knives or of sticks

This is a war of giving love

For I did not know my love would be given

So fight me with your passion and free me of my suprise.

AF 6/4/2015