damn
what could be better than raw almond butter and orange blossom mountain honey??

or
running around a botanical garden featuring different habitats from across the world
now in mexican cloud forest
now in american redwoods
now in asian funny plants with funny haircuts
now rolling in the grass
wine bottle in hand
lips smeared

or
biking the sunrayed corridor of trees
to the big hungry ocean that tongues the sandy skin
over and over, and over and over
roaring, teasing to take you in with it
but you laugh
and kick it
and practice silly dance moves that involve
flying
into arms that you love

damn

what the hell are jellyfish anyway?