A thunderstorm is upon us;
It drenches all the sinners here.
You are unholy, albeit harmless.
What broken trinity are we?

A god by your name
Is not a deity in this house.
We know only one God
And you don't have His name.

In one of our divinities, we embrace.
Yours alone are softer than all others.
Our breaths shudder in the night,
My chin on your shoulder.

I, weaker than any woman,
Yes, even than the Creation Mother,
Want to be the soil in which
You ground your roots.

Oh, when you do, like asteroids
I fall from the heavens. During my descent A drop of liquid traces my spine
Leaving wetness frozen in air.