Fruits of the Earth's broken slate juice and sweet and tongue flowing; reddest spate. Tonight and forever, we are young tell me I am not the only one that wants to live, worshiped by the sun. Summer whispers in my ear plump lips, scrubbed skin boy is water, boy is clear. Everything that can be, has been. All and every arm, a' laid in and every glutinous youth atoned of sin. Suffocating desire lust, sing the choir. Fresh and raw succulent sugar-dried flesh after Winter's aching thaw. Taste me, test me, core and all.