The deep within her shallows.
I can taste your ocean. A salt myst-
-divine breeze that navigates your
Hallowed passage. There are canyons I
must cross. Glistening with fresh
summers dew is the fruit that grows on
its precipice. So sweet it’s nectar upon
the first gentle taste, your lips a soothing
tremble, for that is all they’ll ever crave.