She exists

She exists—somewhere between my head and my heart.  My head… and my heart.  Smirking she lounges long-legged.  The brilliant bustle of desert topped a distilled beauty that ignited the space.  The fire was heavy.  The fire was sullen.  It burned searing cold.  Yet she never rested.  Not really  Forever doubtful of her own beauty it was as if she disliked the smoothness of her own skin as she demanded her starving sensuality be fed with fear and loathing.  She exists—somewhere between my head and my heart.