A mothers true daughter, an heiress
Of maternal flame, she flickers and devours-
Until the water, scortching earth to the
Border – she licks the coast, bubbles the
Ocean, cooking the soup of natures womb.
Her breath, a hot alchemy charged with
Paternal tribe, she survives like a warrior
While mystifying the superior, maintaining the dance between warmth and death. With a spinal quiver she tickles in waves.