A random radical woman is lovable as she is.
She craves “I” hugs instead of “A” hugs.
The kind where she hugs you until you feel her pulse
but not long enough to become awkward.
She has a tender heart for jagged edges worn smooth
polished into good memories of bad decisions.
She loves random conversations that high dive
deep into the humanity of ones character
fearlessly raw with scars of warriors victory
or dark with the ashes of the charred Phoenix
She loves to reach deeply into social culture
tasting the air of festive debauchery or meditating wholly
Surfing the climatic waves of intense concentrations
Splashing musical colors over every participant