From within a tiny flower,
emerging, glimmering, by moon,
a round, near neon meteor shower,
harvested none to soon.
Tenderly pierced by serrated blade,
through pungent exocarp of jade,
exploding pulp one should evade,
teeter totters now displayed.
Pieces of a miracle, squeezed.
Acidic. Sweet. Alive.
From the hemispheres, the Gods appeased,
this fragrance does revive.
Cathedral spears perched above foam,
waiting a push and a plunge,
to a secret, ritualistic home
(salted chips to act as a sponge).
This mixture with the agave blue,
like drops upon an altar,
the icy waves combine, imbue,
this nectar can not falter.
So, when in hand, consider this.
The brilliance, the sublime.
Take a slice, a smile, a kiss,
pause, enjoy this Lime.
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