Sweet.
Sweeter still.
Tickling the tongue,
Numbing the body,
Surrounding the pillar,
Like a fruit dipped in sugar.

Sweetness and glory,
Morning or noon,
Noon to the dusk time,
From the moon to the Sun.

As an Aquarius climbs her Walls,
Walkers begin to shiver,
Teeth begin to clench.
Eyes roll back into the mind,
Oh but yet dig deeper
For any treasure we should find.

Humidity, with no rays.
A high, but no purple haze.
Precipitation with no sign of clouds,
A body of water in a body of water,
To be released onto this silk.
Like a lamp to be rubbed
There is only one wish,
If time could simply rewind.
Sweeter still.
Sweet.