Fennel, Sage, and Ocean Swell

(A Quatern)
 
Your fennel, sage and ocean swell,
That taste of night in morning fog,
In deepest root and hardy stalk,  
The scents that wrap in dreams of you.
 
My bitter herbs promise delight,
Your fennel, sage, and ocean swell,
A thrill of brew that takes us there,
What luscious capture, every bud,
 
I love your bow to ladle taste,
As I slow rub the scents’ release,
Your fennel, sage and ocean swell,
Our stirring hands that keep its heat.
 
How scents and tastes combine to drive
Ecstatic muffled cries of joy,
You, bitter herbs’ delight, and I,
Your fennel, sage and ocean swell.