Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Taste

Moisture formed by dew rests upon the flower's petals.
Yeilding, the ground opens to the rain.

Vocalize your song, O lips,
A song of a gurgling brook
Gushing to the surface from hidden springs,
Inviting immersion.
Navigate the uncharted ocean, my son,
And get lost at sea.

Inhale the intoxicating aroma of
Salty waters from a well dug deep.

Will you take a drink of wine?
Enchanted elixir induces euphoria.
Taste.

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