By Luis G. Dato

O bride of the first night,
Warm with the sun of the first love,
Bright with the arrow
Of the primal plunge
Into the abyss of the first kiss.

O bloom and flame of thighs,
Conqueror of death through oblivion,
Of the loneness and the oneness
Of the first flame, the first arrow!
Of the loneness ended
And the oneness blended
From the duality in the unity of the first night!

God said,
“Let it be dark,
Let it be my last will and testament!”
And God laughed and died,
Throwing away the key.

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