The Milky Way I gaze upon bubbles deep under my skin

I have the final wonder of the world buried beneath my grin

The swaying of my hips will create your ocean waves

Cleopatra’s beauty secrets are laced amongst my veins

The whisper of heat in volcanic ash hides in my fingertips

And when silence itself wants to rest, it comes to me amid the din

Please don’t think me a wilting flower when you’ve handled me too rough

Or think my being will break like bubbles because of your simple touch

For not everything that’s fragile should be considered weak

So think again when you come in and you meet a bomb like me.

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