Evan Quitelle is affirming love for his wife in the selection She Breathes Fire. She has killed many men nesting in their egos / Cremated most while others have drowned in the moat that circumscribes her / There is venom in her kisses from lips that taste of nectar a sword her tongue cuts down to size she is a warrior / Her landscape is divine there is execution in her walk she switches with a royal sashay honey flows from those hips like hot lava / Made in his image. She is goddess