Everything and Nothing.

Her groin
Host of infinite little creatures
Her wits
Artifact of an eternal life
Her scent
The color of blood and snow
Her taste
Of strawberries and striped clouds
Her moans
That even a crowd could not silence
Her gaze
Porthole to a reverie world
Her scars
Counterfeit, vacant and odd

She is everything and nothing.

I can't remember when this was originally written - but definitely sometimes between March and April 2009.