One was the god
of milk and honey
and the other the god
of lust and love
and when their lips meet
and tasted one another
the sky cracked
and spilled out thick dark colors
of love
and stars blushed against the night
and the ocean filled
with tears of sin forgotten
and in the sound
of their hearts beating hard
beneath their fragile ribs
came songs of thunder
and illustrations of lighting
that painted their skin
with electricity
and wrote the first poems
of pain and blood
and in the wake
and space of their lips parting
the truth of beauty was born