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.
