Perfection

[deeperstill]

You are a Trophy Wife,
and I, a Trailblazer...
You are too soft for my hands,
And yet, you risk the touch.

You are the Moon,
and I, the night tide...
I swell, and break
Because you command it.

You are Explosives,
And I, a Mountain,
You detinate, and chip away at me,
Though we both know full well, all it takes is a glance.

You are the water that flows through the desert
Bringing the promise of life
To dry, vulture-clad lands.