I Am The Sunset Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

My heart's river reaches far out to sea..
I'm the water that has travelled thus far.
Circling the globe, it has returned to me.
I'm the sunset and the first evening star.
A Bedouin asleep in the desert:
Camping out alone, till you came to me..
a mirage of wonder to be treasured.
Shone like the universe in a sari.
dress, like the Babylonian ardens
her two full breasts, the honey and the milk
drinks me dry, she's no cacti and pardons,
I - but my river runs dry in the silk-
Wefts of her warm flesh, I am the sunset
Everything after being quiet, subtext?