I Am The Sunset... Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

My heart's river. Travels 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 … It was you who came to me.
A mirage of wonder needing to be treasured.
Shone like the universe in a sari.

Dress, like the Babylonian gardens,
Her two full breasts, the honey and the milk,
Drinks me dry; she's not 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?