Kali

Let me be clear on who she is
A little insight perhaps
to know one moment as brilliant
as light
the next as dull as an old kitchen knife...
playfully playing as foolish a fool
while knowing your every breath
and every move
Innocent without malice or rage
veiled in gossamer blankets
her age
careful where you step and how
though pretense is no friend of she
a callous heart beats softer within
a hardened and roughened skin
Faster than a thought you thought you had
now gone again she is
slipped out from under your thumb
while she mocked your actions dumb
Not to trust her is to be she most trustworthy
If one's intentions are good
She overlooks the flaws with compassion
and rips through insincerity with carefully
crafted and sinister traps
that snap
when least expected
A true being of gentle heart could earn her confidence
in time
Step wrongly and the mines she's laid
are in the tracks to you she made