and drink wine sucked out
of your moons.
I sniff fragrance off your
flowers like a saint high
on prayers.
And to be rested in your nest,
to stroll through your forest
and to stay soaked in your
fiercely flowing rivers-
Oh to be drawn into your
ocean and to refuse to stay
sober after tasting your salts-
Your mountains make me
tread and I gasp out of
my breath.
Your zenith seems to be
astronomically far and for
today, I am satisfied
with the elegance of your
foothills, uhh!