a girl whom i gleefully kissed dearly held her place
on the stem of a violet. once more she bloomed more up
than up can call (down left her away from entirety
while still kept her fingers gripping the pine tree
where a white dress had fallen). when she concentrates
she sees a sugar cane and reaches out to taste
ungranules with her dripping tongue. the earth pours her wanderlust
into a barrel and lets it age to gain some body.
the roots below the earth’s surface wish to drink
as i wish to take my lips and gleefully kiss dearly.