o, mediterranean goddess -- plum wine trapped in her eyes, stardust writhing in the strands of her hair, olive skin glistening with sweat and sun-oil, bronzed by the sweltering golden heat. her bends and curves were more beautiful than the turquoise waves of the sea. i took a dive in her waters; her thoughts are coral reefs. that summer i drowned every day in the tangerine bliss of her laughter. when she smiled it was so glorious, i think even the devil wishes her salvation.