She Weeps Fruit

She tastes the world through separated lips,

Gulping the ocean immersed air with an inquisitive tongue

What's more, swallows in parched swallows

She tracks down a beat,

Her moving murmurs

are waves that disperse gulls

as they coast across the coast

The sun broils upon the skyline,

The last ash of a late spring huge fire

It shines hot pink and blood orange

Until it is gotten a handle on by the fingers of night

Also, in resistance consumes a furious charcoal white-

A phoenix of cigarette cinders

Again ascends to the sky

Presently, the smoky moon

wreathes itself in a wispy outfit

Agile and lilting

Dancing, without a sound

Across the awed limitless

She strolls covered by opalescence

Exuding from her sun-powered plexus

Breathes in a renewing, resounding breath

Vibrating with the filtering sand and pungent air particles

which run by the thousand into her nasal cavity

A tear hangs like an overripe natural product,

From her lacrimal organ

I pluck the tear to taste-

Not unpleasant or pungent as the ocean

However, better than starbursts

Sheer delight

100% L-ascorbic acid.