Very early one morning she touches him
on an unknown planet
in the seventh heaven of the senses
in the strange light of desire.

She touches him
like a heavy cloud
like the stalled wind
like holy fire

She touches him as though
He is God on the sixth day of Creation
who must pass through her
and destroy her
to recreate her.

Very early one morning she touches
the Mayavi, the elusive one
like magical waters
and chooses for herself
the death

of a fish.