She opened the sky

not above but inside her

a wound of stars

a storm of breath

I fell through her thunder

her scent on fire

purple white gold

and the room turned desire

I traced her spine

like a path through light

her pulse was the drum

that called the night

I moved like tides within her

she moaned like wind through trees

our mouths were prayers

of naked need

her light bent round my fingers

her breath poured into mine

two bodies made of thunder

undressing time

she arched like sunrise breaking

I burned inside her flame

she called me by my essence

not by my name

and when we shattered together

like stars in molten rain

she whispered don’t stop glowing

so I stayed inside her pain

we didn’t end

we expanded

her storm became my sky

and I — her fire

still burning

still divine