her breasts so soft and accepting of his tongue , his kisses ... his image is of himself floating down a river , being lifted up by the limbs and branches of a great tree , hefted up and wrapped in its leaves , all touching him and as they touch each is a sound , a melodious sound , an enchanting sound : he is engorged ... it is this tree which darlm becomes ... for as they dream ever deeper , the images they weave are woven by a common imagining ... she is this tree and her roots are deep within the land , so penetrating that her thoughts are rock but yet even deeper such that her feelings are sodden with soil-belly desire ... the mulching cravings of the land .