Elated I was as the sun peeked,
Out from her oding hair,
A gentle gaffer leaked,
Its golden glare through the air.

Though old and wise,
She sang celestial hymns,
Of times gone by,
To weave her childs chin.

I was she,
She was me.
Drawn out of infinity.

She pressed her lips,
In back my neck,
A loving peck,
Adorned an atom speck.

The more she glistened,
She heaved a tired pant,
At last, the sun burnt out,
And, well, that was that.

Pain as a building block. Not a solvent.