Gravid Cloud

Tinged with yellow the gravid cloud Cracks with gusto, reflects her proud Puffed up, highlighted villain stands Holding out his outstretched hands Come my love he too says Pointing to far off heathen lays Hides his growl to a tender purr She knows too well the hidden slur Come my love just this once Bereft of tender lasting nuance I wish to lift you off your feet Slowly take to the flowery sheet Levitate you off your tender toes Together in earthy lustful throes The cloud is mute, silent, pained Slumped, is eternal weeping drained