My Paramour
There is always a light, sometimes a tiny glimmer expanding
Amongst the darkest forest as a fiery wheel of hope and desire
It measures the life of many years of tasting moments so far and few
The first full bite filled with momentous prurience leaving a tender
Taste reminiscent of briny afternoons and glistening bodies
On a hot summer afternoon at the edge of a water hole
Tender hands gliding up and down smooth skin dispersing
Guiding rivulets amongst the valleys and dell a secret hollow
Too far a reach; for the adventurer has love in his heart not lust
And as moons and suns are born and reborn the water recedes
Forests are felled, but one strong sapling a nexus between
The moments to bring forth the final moment the momentous moment
The nexus by no means a linear thing, time curving as if blown
By a wind filled with sounds of ghosts and angels, gently abrading
What seems like mountains into stones, into dust, into a gentle breeze
Drying tears, reviving a hermit heart, filling lungs with perfumed air
My paramour, no more a paramour but so much more, so much more
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