Genesis and Revelations

My solar system lies
  between the thighs
of the most beautiful woman I know.

And when I stroke its sun
  with the tip
of my tongue,

I know something of eternity.

The scent of her heaven will stay
  within me the rest of the day
and remind me that I am immortal,

because which each thrust and moan
my soul has grown
to epic proportions and I

know what it is to be like God, to live forever.

There is no tomorrow, no yesterday,
nothing held back or kept at bay
when I kiss her planets, tease her stars,

and nibble on her Milky Way with infinite concentration.

And when the Supernova comes,
I am the creator. I revel in
her explosions, watching as the energy radiates outward,

ever outward.

And afterward, I try
to remember that feeling, to pry
open the door to my memories of what it was

to be almighty.

But most days,
all I feel
is a black hole.