I find your chest in the clouds
Your torso is made of cumulonimbus
For you are as powerful as the strongest raincloud.

Your eyes are created with moonbeams
And I will soon have your hands in the stars.
The wind will create your body and push it,
Tight, forming to mine.

Your voice is not the thunder, or wind
But the rich hum of the smoldering sun,
Warm, intense.
Your footsteps come closer, quickly
Softly stepping as that same sun through the clouds.

You are the earth and the atmosphere
You live in yellow grass and rain
(For see, that's the landscape inside me)
The breeze through these hills is the breath from your heart
And when it touches me,
I know it can only be you.