With the wild look of a wounded animal she looks out farther than she can see
into the dark valleys of raw oblivion.
She must have been sculpted by God's only daughter, for every skin-covered inch
is worthy of worship.
Her movements haunt my memories like a specter of desire; countless legions of my genetic material
have fallen in her honor.
Only found when she is lost, she reminds me that there can be
no stable ground under foot.
She is elusive at best, yet I have the urge to pin her down
and explore her fears.
Until that potential infinity, I will remain in the stasis of desire; in my mind she
is mine, if only for a moment.