And Atlas said about Nyx

—

Her flowery dress dusked

and her legs went up

towering into the sky.

—

I held them still

carefully

praying the secret words

into summery night.

—

Past the sway of mounds and flora

came from between the clouds

her lovely face,

gained a rosy hue.

—

She kissed me and whispered,

godly:

I love the taste of me

in you.