Her eyes can grind rock to dust

detonate a weak man’s heart with a single

look

eyes made of earth

like sand after rain

rest in them and she’ll shield you

from those who fire missiles into her storm clouds

when she dances,

the beat follows the swing of her hips.

Her voice is a drop of dye in water,

the grit of her teeth a promise,

the cock of her eyebrow is the cock of a gun with no bullet

a question with a built in answer