Passiflora Edulis (At Your Waist)

Of cocktails sweet,
Which of these, have I imbibed?
That when poured out, leave my tongue inscribed.
Passion fruits, by their taste,
Flowing plentiful, at your waist.
Passiflora edulis, I nurse upon your seed;
A healing balm, to enjoy, atop your own Gilead.

Purple passions pass through you, & also your rind.
I peel away at those layers, to free the nectar confined.
Do I sense, Granadilla, of a much sweeter flavor.
Your deeper cloying, is among those, my memory will long savor.
I've think I've eaten Maracuja, from your Brazil;
No greater a wine, than from your mound, could The Heavens ever distill.