Air Goddess

Wisp of chilling air on my lips
Sealed with an array of one peppermint kiss.

She is the Goddess, euphoric, in the clouds
The shape surrounding aqueous rain drops.

The rush of the grass upon my heels touch
the pine scent upon my beguiled nose.

I can feel her presence, yet see no face
But a shadow of her ever-existence lives.

Her fragrance is like no other; preternatural
A mix between dense wood and rushing water.

Mysteriously shaped in a canvas of art
Not bodily nor feminine but a swirl of aught.

The love for this mythological Deity;
Tor, the Goddess of the unseen life urgency.