I have sensed the jealous glance of perhaps a million stars,
Tortured in their unconscious heaven.
For I have been kissed by the sun and moon on copious nights
Yet always, wanting more, I called for a kiss from that divine One
Who created me.
He came at once, asking where it hurt, and every body cell exploded
He kissed them all, caressing and adoring each wound I had imagined,
Leaving each healed to move to the next.
And then one day, He did not leave after kissing,
For me was there no longer.