"What was it like?" 

We set the desert ablaze, 
I whisper to her now 
and squeeze her delicate hand, 
the rest of me seems to be
trembling from within, 
yet I remain calm. 

I have to. 

Time was at a sudden standstill, 
universe contracted to a pinpoint, 
our breaths became one, 
measured and confident 
that we had become gods. 

"What happened then?"

We made the sky split open 
with a fierce searing light, 
the earth hummed and screamed
and we could only watch as a
deadly hemisphere suddenly bloomed. 

"Were you scared?"

I believe we all were, 
I tell her now in this safe dark, 
far removed from the shockwaves, 
the illuminations that shifted from purple 
to deep green and an eventual final white. 

"Was it beautiful?"

It was a radiance that could 
torch every crevasse of this world, 
I whisper to her then hold on tight, 
suddenly weeping and filled with visions 
of illuminated mountains and scorched earth. 

She asks no more questions for now. 

Time is at a new standstill, 
contracted to a finer pinpoint, 
as I'm taken deep into your kiss, 
you taste the tears of a man 
that has never cried in front of you. 

Our breaths become one as you reveal 
that you also tremble from within
and something blossoms inside you 
that no earthly science can harness. 

This is the one true glow, 
the fierce, searing light
to make worlds hum and scream. 

And as we begin detonate, 
I no longer see gods, 
I am no longer scared. 

I remember that some things are sacred. 

"What was it like?"

Not yet removed from our shockwave, 
our limbs naturally braided into one, 
the illuminations of our eyes,
the life now blooming in you
becomes the best answer I can give.