she is a
nymph
of the storms
her smooth skin
a tapestry of
coal dust clouds
with tongues of
purple infused golden arcs
her stare
a blizzard
in brown deception
far deeper
than any storm
primordial
her voice
the rumble
of future pain
shaking the leaves
from
the trees

i lay nude
beneath her majesty
willing
the sky to open
to leave me
drenched
cleansed
of the sin
of being

me