melancholy thunder

she had settled into her pain as a woman
the way sand takes the shape of your body
lying cradled on the beach
she was comfortable in it
carried it well, as a sharp light in her eye
and if she focused her gaze on you
she could throw a feeling like a dagger
onto the bulls eye target of your vulnerability
knowing just when to look away
and you are left wondering if you imagined it
most people fear her
but those who truly know her trust her with their lives
she was quiet in groups
her eyes wide and steady
unbearably beautiful
watching all that goes on carefully
weighing, measuring, calculating,
taking in every tiny movement
and sound, silently absorbing all the
underlying meaning available
turning it over in her razor sharp mind
she saw right through anything or anyone fake
instantly, but rarely told what she saw
when she did speak, you listened.
you could not help but listen
her voice was low
melancholy thunder
If you are lucky enough to ever meet her
she will look you in the eye
smile ever so slightly
it dawns on you with brilliant clarity
you are a part of her
she is a part of you.