I cross fields to reach the sweet orchard, with boundaries so soft and supple. Whilst your gaze follows me, I slide down the hill and head for the mountains. Climbing the mountains, on the peak, I suck the sweetest nectaries. Thirst quenched, desires high, I roll down the mountains towards the plateau. You watch my journey from a distance. You are ecstatic. And then, I reach the cliff. You think you reached a crescendo. You are wrong. Greased with your love I slip down into the valley ahead. It rains ethereal rapture. I’m drenched and overwhelmed. You reach your crescendo now. Two volcanoes erupt. We both are in heaven.