Your outer garment gone
I feel the firm softness of your flesh.
My tongue savors your juices
and tastes your tangy essence.

I praise your cultivators
helping you take root
attending to your warmth
on frozen days.

My thanks for persevering
through the seasons,
and your kindness in coming
into my waiting need.

For a few moments
my mouth enjoys your natural state
before you enter my organs
and we become one.