IV: Tails

It's been so long since we last made love
I'm afraid I'll have forgotten how,
if you're patient, I can recall my lust
and likely manage to love you now.

My flesh in spite of age is quickly willing
and my mind, that was lately filled with longing,
is free.
In you, I'm me, and I am home.
You are a fertile valley
that cradles the rising sun.
You flow with light like water,
and when our love is done,
the world awakes with pleasure.
O perfect lover, my rounded treasure,
when I dip in the clear pool of your love
I ask, was Adam taken then as I am now?
I never could have grown
so well alone.
Each love-making,
each bedding,
is another vow.