so tall that clouds slyly cover 

the rocks where we will shatter should we slip?

I am petrified of the unknown.

perfect, we are perfect, but nothing is. 

I have known many heights, varied and quiet,

but never this - here is air that ought to be impossible to breathe. 

And yet we sigh. We murmur, and below, forests quake

in the force of it. Your name on my lips shakes through the valleys,

your hands on my thighs shudder mountainsides to

infinitesimal particles. The gold of your hair touches mine,

they become a fire, cleansing the wilderness,

purifying the earth, preparing for a new life. 

It's often said that what burns so fast soon sputters and dies,

but we are far bigger than the elements; we are mingling

those same elements we are made of together. You are the

most arcane force of magic, and I am all ancient Sumerian spells.

We intertwine, meld, transform. United we are a colossus, a spirit, a god.

And gods do not fall from the stars.