“She kissed as if she alone could forge the signature of the sun.
I closed my eyes although I never knew the difference.
I stood before a brighter light at lesser distance,
And then a feeling.
Almost as if nothing were ever bound to repeat itself ever again,
As if history has been as masterfully created as the great pyramids
And to reconstruct or
Relive any given moment would have to stem from an understanding
Of how the pyramids are built from the top down.
If one could understand such majesty,
One would also understand that pyramids were first made of flesh
And that kisses are portals,
Our sacred breaths
Shifting through hidden corrals and passage ways,
I will find my way to eternity within you.”
