Drink me, but conserve me.

The sun kisses her hollow lips,

her marbled dark circles and cosmic drips,

 my body receives her like a sweet fountain of milk, 

white and lively, the trails of the crystal, 

bold and biting,

bounce like silver rain, mystical. 

Defeat me, taste me, chew me, drink me, 

but conserve me, 

in the highest room to see forever the light of the moon,

the last spark of my fate,

 before my last ration of meat fades away.