I The Supreme - pg. 137

The two of you made the trees shake, the water in the river boil when you dived into it naked. Dona Juana's ardor made the white-hot heat of afternoon siestas last far into the night. She brought cool night dew to the boiling point. A fog with the taste of acid drifted across the land bathed in moonlight. It crept into my hermetically sealed house.