My most beautiful of lovers
dancing in the trees
lush with flowers
naked among the leaves
in radiance
hunting for new fruit
gathering her harvest
a bounty she will not share
She is an immaculate treasure
perfect in her self
for her love is her own
My most beautiful of lovers
delightful pleasure
strewn about
in her wake
Beating on her drum, she hides from me
her fear
Her mask of bravery
is all she wears
She is cold, but I am shivering
I dance anyway
She smiles, Giggling at my foolishness
My most beautiful of lovers
I remember her arms
Before I took up mine
I forget all
but simpler times
I remember nothing
but her spices
her milk and juice
her grains
I remember her new fruit