sometime in the night, I was awakened with a kiss
a precious, most sensuous kiss

quite unlike any I’d known, being at once
both tender and passionate
 

similar to myth, of Physche and Cupid
waking, within his palace
 

intricately detailed of marble inlaid
glittered with gilded gold
 

surely he's adored, above in the heavens
now laying on this bed with me

he slumbers softly radiating warmth
outlined by the night's moon beam
 

holding him close, his head to my breast
wishing never to wake from this dream
 

I smiled to myself, thinking of creation
perhaps the mating of dark and light matter
had ignited the cosmic “big bang”