Zeus the Cloud Gatherer

(Day 2 NaPoWriMo 2019 prompt: end with a question to further the poem)

Cow eyed, big and beautiful
She bent her eyes inside
And fell all day long
Into violent waters
Until sunset
Until she put on her high-heeled shoes
And wrapped her milk fingers
Around the cusp of her neck
And waited for his breath
Behind her
For his sensitive touch and hair knots
To coil around her voluminous arms
Nothing moved, other than her caressing hand
Other than the falling of the night
Until a whisper of wind lifted her skirt
And she asked
Is that you, Zeus, the cloud gatherer?

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