She Is

She is

Not around

So it’s just silence


She is intelligence

Strength

And a will dressed in resilience


She is what I want

And the things I don’t know

That I needed


She is my better half

Because half of her

Is better than both my halves


She is wisdom

When she listens

And knowledge when she speaks


My my mind stays empty

Empty save the noise

Visions of someone I don’t know

Scratching at cardiac tissue


Plastic looks good in the shade

And then bends so readily in the sun

She is neither the shade  nor the plastic

She is better she is authentic


Looks fade

But with that teasing smirk

I’m held in rapture

For what seems a life


She is a force

And I’m a beast of nature

She is like the fall

Because she holds me down


She is electric

I don't need the lights on

I am hers

just leave the nights on


She is

Akin to the end of a race

I crossed the line

She is a hit of cocaine

There's no other high I want to chase


She is royalty

Yet still a  subject

Of this Layman's time

Now that's a love language

I pray she grasps the tongue


She is a sorceress

A deft necromancer

I can't break free of this glamour

Or raze this curse

These feelings walk the north side of the grave


She is a wonder

A sincere mystery

She is a  woman

A puzzle

Put together by genus


She is a dream

That I'd die to wake to

A calm

To ride out these storms

The drought after the flood


She is a muse

That I've never seen

A touch of sanity

Imagine what could have been

If we already were stitched at the seams


She is a menace

Staying on my mind

Like a night terror

At the very thought

I tremble

In delight


She is

Not perfect

She knows this

And the confidence

Has yet to waver

I wouldn't want it any other way


She is both war

And peace

Fighting to be more

And ending the battle

In me

Making me one piece

She is finite

Yet I can't see

The end


She is the stranger

That feels like my dna

Part of me

Yet living away


She is my absolute zero

And my thunder

Because she is still

But I still feel the quakes

An oxymoron with just the oxy


She is my left hand

Because I let go

Of all the bad

I traded resentment

And anger

For my favourite hand


She is

That and much more

And I am left wanting


She is

Late..


S.N. Demons

Slow Hands