When it storms we wrestle in the rain
for sport.
Your weight on my chest, your arm
on my throat.
Mud-drenched and primal,
We bring out the worst
in each other
I'd say.

We are feathered with fiction,
crowned in false light.
Exalted in the breeze, enraptured
by our love.
In my dreams we are statued demigods:
plaster, captured & cast.
Affixed, restrained,
immortalized in time.