The Gods Themselves

In between those spaces

Of emptiness

She wrote a letter, and hit it there . Years later, maybe someone would find it

Know how they had met

Learn how their fingers danced across each other’s skin

In the starry, unlit skies of yore

Somewhere where the jinniyas and the houris danced in the skies

When every touch of his

On her skin

Left marks of indelible blue

An oasis amongst her desert like skin

Chalk white lips met hers

Beneath the firmamament of nothingness

And when it finally happened

A billion universes were born