Dangerous Placement

There is nothing quite as dangerous as

The love of a not-displaced woman. 

Her body placed on the hair of the Earth,

Her hair placed on the surface of her skin. 

She stands with lightning down her spine,

And wonders,

Are you ready for all of me?

Drained dry, our love displaced was,

Misplaced.

And now, 

only her Goddess says,

Yes.