Suppressing echoes while trying to 
craft herself,
learning her own way of sprouting
(happiness?)
or finding a sense of togetherness,
perhaps tenderness
in case vulnerability isn't robbed
-- body shaken by the stabs
and loveless nights.
Between grounded lands and turmoil seas,
having the courage amidst the darkness
to give back whiteness to feelings
and trying again, over and over.
Again, desiring you like a house on fire
in an anonymous city –
clouds of smoke that turn everydayness
into a veil of bliss and hope.
Someday the flame will eat her insides,
but she can’t wait to be destroyed
in that unstoppable love.