skinning dipping in the clouds

If I turned into a Goddess,
I’d come back to earth
And kneel before her flowing skirt of wine,
Asking if she’d like to slow dance on the water
or if she’d prefer to go skinny dipping in the clouds…

If she chose the dance,
I’d turn the lake water into sapphire velour-
Our soles sliding over the softness,
the daylight reflecting off the blue,
and back into her deep brown eyes.

And if she chose the later,
We’d float amongst the dreams of children,
Our relentless passion burning diamonds into the atmosphere,
a million tiny prisms, hovering around our forms,
creating echos of light, translucent rainbows on our pale flesh.

When she became weary,
I’d take her into my arms,
lying her down on the tender fluff,
I’d cover her with sheets of sunlight
Sealed with the gentle roar of distant thunder
and hold her until the dawn…
until I choose the dawn to come.