The Art of Love

Art of Love.... Paramount of memory, ultimate mistress, source of ultimate pleasure, dark desire;  unforgettable ecstatic caresses, the warmth of your peaks by the roaring fire, paramount of memory, ultimate mistress?   Every night fueled  by the burning coals Together where the rose-fragrance clings— softness of  your peaks, how tender your soul! Ah, and we said imperishable things, each night illumined by the burning coals. How beautiful the sunsets these sultry days, deep space so profound, beyond life’s brief floods ... when the  kiss happened in a daze,  I breathed the bouquet of your blood as beautiful as sunsets these sultry days.   Night thickens with sheets of dark; in the deepening darkness our irises meet. Drinking  your breath, ah! poisonous yet sweet!, as with fraternal hands set to work while night thickens around us like a wall.   I have mastered the sweet but difficult art of happiness here, finding pure joy in your being, your heart; because you’re the supreme of my present and past I have mastered love’s sweet but difficult art.   O vows! O perfumes! O infinite kisses! Can these be reborn from a gulf we can’t sound as suns reappear, as if heaven misses their light when they sink into seas dark, profound? O vows! O perfumes! O infinite kisses!   They shout so loud..............   @ 'dusk'..........