Death in the Aegean

Nightmare of Intercourse with Lightning

A girl wants to couple
with a god outside
of personified form.

Something whispers
inside her, He lives
in this rainstorm.

She runs mad
through the water drawn
wind to join him.

His seed is lightning.
Things end badly
for her.

Judgment and custom
would have us
add predictably,

for we survive,
having mastered balance,
having learned to celebrate

what restrains us
from seeking the purest essence
of what we most revere.