Blood of plum
drips from my chin                
corrosively sweet          
warm summer
infused in sinews
of sunshine solidified    
and crisp water                        
from serpent tongue                              
licks my toes                                      
black stars shining    
through the birch
breaths of the tiny    
mix with wind of the mighty
a broth of vitality
brushes bare flesh      
entreating sweat
to erupt  
silken pores too tender      
to touch  
solar nectar    
drains                      
drenched drapes                
stained with the juice                    
defusing from                                      
a mouth filled with wonder