Sex with you was a majestic awakening,
and we were like two shipwrecked souls
clinging to each other like life preservers
while rolling on the waves of mother ocean,
except that you were mother ocean.
The edge of you and the bed blurred,
and it was as if I were fucking the whole world around me.
Oh, that feeling of oneness and connection with the divine
was timeless and magical.

With a touch,
you awakened me,
Shiva,
and with every kiss,
every stroke,
every beat of our hearts,
every ounce of pressed passion,
we willed worlds into existence
and willed them out again.

And it was so easy to bring life to this world
and to destroy it with little more than
intention and focused thought.
When you channeled her,
I knew.
I knew all.
And I knew that knowing would damn me,
would spoil me for others,
at least until I found a woman who could let go of herself
in the throes of passion
and cling to me like a life preserver.