Krishna was the divine lover, multiplying himself for the gopi girls who worshiped him. In swirls of bright blue skin and green and gold peacock feathers, he led them to the river, where they dropped their arms to their thin waists. The night air by the river was cool on their bare breasts. Then he lifted their chins to kiss their soft lips, and he picked them and carried them into the deep river. When the gopis emerged they were shaking. Their hips grew rounder, their mouths were blurry, flushed and red, and their stomachs swelled with life. A thousand sighs in unison, a thousand hearts stilled at once.