Spring Fever

I feel her like dew
on my skin returning

her hair slightly wet
even here in our drought

my toes are planted i’m
sprouting in her garden

pounding my heart blooms
again taken up in her dancing skirts

open mouthed kisses stand me equalized in her harmony
caught completely up in her young passion no longer just memory

i cannot hide my wish to make love
drunk with kindness to make babies from nothing but love

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