Star of the Morning
You are to me the rising star of the morning and the rains that meet the warmth of day transpire into the precious perfume of your soul...
All about me, a strange heat permeates from the edge of my feet to the crest of my eyes
whenever I am close to you.
My delight yearns to hide itself in your charms,
And so do I desire you goddess of the Ganges,
Mistress of the Nile
High empress of my passion
Yes, I conspired in my heart to possess you
And I drew upon many artifices to seduce your pleasures within my city
But it was you all along who mastered me.
The day our lips first melted together as one and my anxious hands parted you from your blouse
There in that moment was your spell upon me.
Though your eyes spoke of woe,
I entered into your harbours and docked upon your waters
Then I anchored myself in your spirit and fed upon the invisible fruit of your breasts
If only you would crush me under the weight of your embrace and subsume my heart within yours!