The Woman as a Black Hole

Colour follows you

as you tease out the secrets of the world around you

Forever precious to the world within

The universe stands transfixed upon every event on your horizon

and holds its breath

waiting for you to trickle back

with a thought,

a look,

a question

You are radiant as the confidence you hold

Standing and at the edge of the sky

cutting even time itself to ribbons and strings

and love

finds you as if you speak the language of heart's harp itself

drawn to you as its sister

its friend,

its hero

tracing out a path of least resistance

to glow in the shadows of your dance

You are the world's best kept mystery

great four-hundred times four-hundred over and again

understood by too, too few

and known by too few less

-Philip Rey Miguel

© 31 August 2014