Enlightened

I like the bite, because it aches,
As I love the perfume, because it lasts,
And I like the voice, because it echoes,
As I love the breath, which lingers.

Hold me tight, love, for I am fickle -
An incorporeal wight which fades if loose.
Hold me tight, dear, for I am frail -
A confusion of blood, flesh and sinew.

I hold you tight, as dark embraces light,
A sunray I grasp with arms of failing grace.
I hold you tight, as void embraces atom,
A sunray I see with my eyes of tender care.

I like the voice, because it lingers.
I love the bite, because it lasts.
I like the breath, because it echoes.
As I love the perfume, which aches.