Coup de Foudre

Brittle and feral electricity

precisely striking the highest peak

is the kind of adoring intensity

I offer to you.

I will paint the landscape bone-
white in the liminal space of a
thunderclap to illuminate your
cheek in divine light and carve its
edges like a star map.

I will send ivory branches spiraling

from between the constellations

to crash humbly at your feet,
admiring how you choose mercy
over abnegation
for your distant celestial lover, I,

who would unquestionably crack open the
skies at the very echo of your Earth-bound
cry. –