She Was Like a Simile

She was very much like the moon
In the way that she was locked in a synchronous rotation with the Earth
And how her face was speckled with meteorite impact craters
And I saw a picture of two men on her.

She was very much like a storm,
She electrocuted me.

She was very much like the sun:
Extremely hot,
With a continuous fission reaction exploding in her core
And a body composed largely of superheated plasma –
Plus something about how she can light up a room
Before incinerating it with the fury of a G-type main sequence star.

She was very much like a simile,
Every writer mused on her
Without ever really knowing who she was.