I made love to a galaxy once
I made love to a wave
I made love like I was still young
I made love like a slave

I knelt down before Olympus
and begged Hercules for a day.
He came adorned with shining nimbus,
and allowed my fingers to lay
upon his golden skin and hair,
and under his armor of clay.
He told me His Holy was not be to trust'
he told me about end of days.
Righteous that he was,
he said that there was one
way in which I could be saved;
"Accept that you're not just
animated dust.
You're energy just like sun rays,
spreading out warmth
while you fracture; transform,
through prisms of all time and space."
Confused and confounded
I gaped all astounded,
at the god who would tell me his ways.
To allow me to discern
the truth laid in his words,
he made love to me for a day.

I made love to a galaxy once
I made love to a wave
I made love like I was still young
I made love like a slave

I made love to a god in the sky
I made love 'til I ached,
I made love to myself on that night
For we were the same solar ray.