She creates her own architecture,
giant barrel-vaulted ceilings, crackling with light and violence.
Endless vistas painted painted in broad brushstrokes,
towering above my ant-like body.
Great sky-waves threatening to crash down and wash me away,
grind me down,
erode me
until there is nothing left, not even a memory to cling to.
When she turns her back she leaves me in silent darkness, waiting for her to change her mind.
With a shift of her hips she leaves me hot and cold.
What can I do but pray for her forgiveness?
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