A Fine Regal Corner

Spiralled lightning gathers the rough edges
of her storm's crack; intensity that splits
reason into a shimmered reflection,
and rain swings down from wings of a promise.
Components of red, of blue, position
themselves into a fine regal corner,
imperial lavender sighs skip through
distinctive tones, accompanied by quick
nymphalid butterflies; her cheek is brushed,
sure-footed colour's exaggerated.

Literary devices collect wild
linguistic signs as moans whip the fabric
of time's warm symbolic escapism,
she's as fast as communication's hair
in a frenetic wind, leaves of language
systematically crash against wonder.
God's bellows are coming closer, they slip
inside a swollen performance in space,
distance is a myth on the tip of the tongue;
imbued thoroughly with poetry's scream.