But You are not Delicate

You are not delicate.

You are skinny dipping at 2 AM;

You are the reverberating echoes of a curse word 

ricocheting off of the steeply sloping sides of a mountain;
You are snow on bareskin in the deepest depths of winter;

You are the heat of awildfire;

The rage of a storm.

Delicate things arepretty-cute, even.

But you are not delicate.

You are wild and lewd and unpredictable.

You are breathtaking.

You are beautiful.