It Is She Poem by dan hightower

With an intrinsic glow she radiates the gleam of content and permeates the apparent air of incandescence around her, this ethereal ephemeral spectre, no phantasm though as the light casts rays like daggers to pierce souls like stone and forge smiles from the eternal drifters, the dignified elocutions of depraved imagination, it thrives rather than entropies in the forbidden rapture, seductress when necessary and servile angel when required, a walking contradiction of what is and what could be, it is she…