Imagining The World

How hot the Calcine sun burned, the brilliant light, a scorch of shimmering waves. Molten gold. Alone she existed , only her splendor, and far to the west, a frozen purple moon on fire.

Heli dreamed, content between the moon and sun; the sky his bed, time his pillow.
He imagined a body, hands and face, hair and eyes, breath and heart and thought.
When he woke, he walked upon the moonfire and knew its tidal song.

From the west, he felt the sun's giant alone.
Curious, this god of moonfire imagined his way to that burning sphere. Her silent voice wept ash and sparks, and he felt her sorrowful plea. Her want consumed him. Imagine yourself," and with those words he created sound. The music of life.

At first Calcine could not. She reached to touch, with no hands. She tried to speak, with no voice. Her heart filled with love for this other being, but, it could not beat.

Heli imagined beauty, drawn from Calcine's yearning; skin so soft and smooth that hands and lips must touch it. Gathering winks of flame from her weeping sparks, he gave her eyes, to see his face. "My taste, my name," and his mouth opened against hers filling her throat with sound.

She swallowed his dreams, his shadows and secrets. "Closer," her first words, and she spread her legs, tempting him with fragrant passion. Allowing him to watch, her learning fingers slid and tugged, pinched and pressed, shaping a delicate passage to her within.
"Closer," she moaned, this time, a command.

The scent maddened Heli and he fell upon her, plunging, thrusting, desperately wanting deeper. The war of it spilled her bliss and drank his fire.

"My god," and she declared him to the world.

Cradling their ecstasy, her heart quickened,

"Beloved," she spilled forth Splendor.

"Quicken," Calcine names their first creation, "As purity and freedom, I give you to the world."

Consumed with their frenzied coupling, Heli imagines it endless.

"Pyre," He names the second, "As passion and frenzy , I give you to the world."

With the bringing of life, their children raced across the burning sun,in spirit glee.

seeking the divine from within, knowing its nature from it's bottomless beat, exultant, they coupled, as the world moved on.

Ever wanting, Heli penetrated the sun goddess with his mind and prick and bliss, to bake his seed, solid.

Within her, grew roiling blood rich soil and clever dark clay.
She bore it, disgorged it,, expelled it from her swollen holes. As it poured forth, Heli gathered it, spun it, made it whole, a fertile plane.

In the Thirteenth dimension, earth was born.

From fertility came seed, from seed came growth, from growth came fertility....

"Loess." Heli names the third, "As child and mother, I give you to the world."

"Prutt." Calcine names the fourth, "As stability and fertility, I give you to the world."."
From the children sprouted trees, flowers, bushes, mountains,, and they believed it wa s enough.