an ode to she

She plummets like every drop before 
pooling as one, a masterkey for him.
engulfing each dew drop for thee amore, 
running along the emerald baalim.
a payment to the lush and ripe bearer,
a voluptuous pomegranate she is.
falling tears to nourish the friar
mass hecatomb that is all his. 
mighty olives refusal to fall from
a hundred doves. thick wood outlasting the
pearly white wings, natures pretty qualm.
lapping creamy foam shielding restless sea
feed droplets of ruby cries that bring forth
an end to one. a swan rising towards the North.