Demeter’s Skies

It has stopped raining, but around us there’s thunderstorms and hail, and you- you are the holder of it all.
You slip your lips against my own, dominating skies, controlling winds like you have strings attached to them.
When we break away it’s with reluctance.
A sliver of the sun showing through obsidian clouds, and it’s so beautiful.
We meld together, fire and ice, Demeter and Poseidon. Sovereign eyes yet coy giggles.
Loving you; it’s spring time with cherry blossoms tickling your skin-