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