Thor Love

While lightening flashes 

plunging to the earth 

her skin alert

her green leaves reaching up 

towards the hidden sun

she sighs

in sudden bursts 

as winds blow trees about

the birds, 

they cease to sing, in awe, 

and hasten to their hiding place.

The thunder god, 

Thor is his name,  

of Nordic myth gave birth 

to this great spectacle,

he wields his hammer, 

beneath, 

the earth begins to throb  

in sporadic rythms

reverberating through the hills, 

the venus mountain 

heaves and rolls

in undulating sensual folds

the rods of fire descend 

like golden trees 

reversed 

with roots in heaven

branches stretched to feed with fire

their hearts desires 

The thunder 

when the storm moves on 

abates 

and airbourn drops of water 

roam the skies dark canopy,

the sounds and sighs among the trees

die down 

and dripping silver-pearls

jump into air 

to reach the ground

where waiting leaves and 

secret flowers abound 

where there they slide down grasses green

to oscillate in coves of shapes unseen

this honeyed moment 

quietened

floating

dream-like 

and profound 

permits the rise of perfumes rich

that permeate the oxygen, 

pungent and powerful, 

delicate and ephemeral 

and all at once 

they are the poetry of great lovers

bringing all to just this place

so quiet,

a place we feel is full of grace and beauty

unsurpassed by knowledge, 

here, 

no, 

there ,

where? 

In this present calm 

so grasped in gasps of strength

that no man can resist its length of ecstasy- 

suspense.