There is a constant storm here
thunder, lightning
it eclipses the sky and blinds the stars
The thunder ricochets off mountaintops
and the lighting is dazzling, unburdened by shadow
and no rain, never any rain
to scorch the untouched earth
You are my constant storm
my everlasting thunder, and beautiful light
and you are pure, pure of the ***** marks
that the rain will leave behind
And that is why
I cannot touch you