Poem: Perhaps

Perhaps rainstorms are just

Exhalations from a Goddess

and thunder is Her moan

And valleys just erogenous zones

mossy and moist

with meadows overgrown

Then perhaps rainbows are trails of dopamine

dripping from their gaping mouths

As they lie breathless releasing clouds

to caress the mountains

(Like celestial aftercare)

Til the sun rises over and over

and over again

Sunrise beaming

Sunlight gleaming off Her thighs

And if the moon pulls the tides

and we are made of star

Dust

Then perhaps shooting stars

are just our hearts

on fire