The salt of me dissolves in them like the sea.
The leaves of them grace my limbs with their breeze.
Emeralds falter
jade and tourmalines
alter
my course not a hair
when my soul
is laid bare
in their grass-glinting sight.
Vines, sage, and tea
mantis eyes
clover leaves
the darting gleams of winged orchid bees
honeydew
mint
time-writ verdigris ...
what power have those
next to thee?
Ah, how I drown in your ocean.