Dickotomy

She appeared in my life as both mercenary and fairy

Having the eyes of sinner and hands of a saint

With wings she cooled my erupting flesh

With words she conquered my no’s with a gentle yes

She appeared with a vision so beautiful yet scary

Possessing the power of turpentine and oil paint

With winds that caressed every thirsting nerve

She appeared in my life as both reality and ghost

Having the warmth of the sun and lightness of a rose petal

With wit to inspire my serious brain to laugh

With wiles to make me forfeit all that I have

She appeared as a parachute and parasite and I the host

Possessing a cloud’s softness and the cold strength of metal

With webs to entangle my thoughts and my will

With whims she had the desire to save and to kill