Shangri-la Besot

In the glen of her Seraphic honey
I found splendor in bilabial wings
far more rewarding than the freshet springs  
one may chance upon when hot and sunny
and prone to the worst of an Earthy thirst
that only the best oasis will quench;
 
like the sweet aether from her yearning trench;
 
a sacred vim exuberance dispersed,
to claim a soul, as by a siren spell,
far beyond Circean in its power
to see ardency in all manner swell,
like midnight love into a moonflower
or the paradise where a love may dwell...
 
like the perfect pub...at happy hour:)