but how can I tell you?
Spring is a greening, warming,
brightening moment,
a coming alive, a surging
of life”s energies, spring is you.
But how can I tell you?
The sheen of your skin,
soft and sweet and pure,
the fragrance all about you
lingering in tiny swells and eddies
draws me out, pulls me to you,
you as you are snarling and snapping
in the dull dripping shadows
and the air heavy as mist.
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