Fingertips of the Sun

All the suns of the universe burn

In a love story

In which the forms of the beloved

Are sublimely disseminated to

The abundant rays of countless moons spreading upon seas

Without bound

As She is created by fingertips

In which the boundaries of her body

Are reached as they are touched increasingly so

By boundless fingertips that reach through her bones

And come to the turning point
Breaking the chrysalis

In which her soul is the stuff of dreams

And he, immaterial, speaks to her marrow of bones

The god wanted to know one thing through her;

Strenuousness.     No…more…

He wanted to take a long, hazardous

Journey through her, go all the way, reach

An insane point and stand upon it

In sacrifice

So that he might become greater

In order to find

A goddess whom would drive him

Crazy as she drove down his body

So he would no longer have to think