Block the flow
Fill up the banquet
With a feast fit for a rich man
Lean the pole into the ground
Silence only for a moment
Eagerness fills the air
Sickly sweet and bitter
Push it toward the core
Hitting the stream
Is not as hard as it used to be
But the longing is harder
A geyser of icy water
Hot juice intertwining with chilly liquid
Causing an explosion of endorphins
Destroying in an array of colors
It doesn't get any better than this