Only the eternal Sun in the heights is beyond the existential depths of your body.
It’s a star that travels beyond all limit and all illusion.
It is the sun of my most intimate center, and being above all life and all sense, finds itself not submerged by you, beloved of mine, but reflected in each drop of you, painting his gleam on your waves, kissing your depths with his ardour, and surfing your undulations.
I, who am mortal, submerge myself in you. I, who am eternal divine, reflect myself in you.
And at the end of the day, even the sun himself wants to submerge in your womb, as ephemeral reflection of his eternal submersion when dissolving as star in the eternal ocean of the infinite void.