As the quiet rush of angel wings
Drew close upon my ear
The heat of the golden arrow
With fiery head
Enflamed my spirit
When it had pierced my heart
I demanded that he thrust it again and again
until the breath had disappeared
from my flesh
As I lay back with drooping mouth
Frozen in an ecstatic smile
There was a look in his glazed eye
As though he were also in the heights of heaven
The place where he had cast me
Who could I tell of this holy union?
Who would believe that this experience had been enjoyed
By the lowliest of God’s creatures?
Who could surmise the distances I traveled
In this matrimonial journey that conjoined me
With the hand of God?
I wanted to feel the dizzying heights
And subterranean depths of his soul.
But was God a he or a she?
I could not tell nor would I ever know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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