She... Is an Oxymoron
She is an oxymoron Sometimes she appears like the evening breeze... Soothing, flowing, light and fluffy Passes you by with a subtle touch and a sly grin Lifts your spirits and makes you smile Other times she could be a wild storm Windy with thunder in her eyes and lightning in her movements Like a dark cloud descending or a strong gale blowing It's almost as if someone flipped a coin She turns from a mellow cat to an angry striving tigress in seconds She...is an oxymoron Sometimes I find myself wanting to simply lose myself in those eyes... Those pools of wonder...another world altogether Other times I'm scared by the rampant rage in them... The raw hunger...the need to be more Sometimes I feel like I've caught up to her, you know? Like I've made it to the top of the mountain... Conquered what I thought I couldn't It is then that she turns and suddenly I'm lost She becomes this force of nature... ...