she dreams with a gravitational pull so powerful that even the stars can feel her. her voice is celestial music-the kind that sounds like how velvet feels and how marigolds smell-soft, classic, rich. her presence is like sunbathing. I am a flower in her light. she knows how to walk with the wind and she does it effortlessly. she kisses in the rain and she loves like thunder and her laugh floods into the room like a steady summer storm. she is woman. she is an element of her own.