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Spring Lovers

                                                                  

Oh, you exquisite springtide eidolon, elusive muse of mine!

Scribble something beautiful, liquid, mystical, beguiling,

Something nuanced, sublimely subtle, on your breezes

Wafting, mellifluously, through the newly leafing pear trees;

Recite, to me, the ancient litany of the lyrical kisses

God left on your lips when He taught you His Song of Songs;

Humble my self-centered ways, in your gentle, sensual embrace;

Take me into your eternal keeping;

Inscribe me in your book of life; make me your sacred scripture.

 

By now, though, I've lived long enough to know, in my soul's soul,

That invocations such as these rarely, if ever, come to fruition.

And yet I'll never cease my dialogues, conversations,

Poetic intimacies with you, late March, juvenescent April,

Never jettison hope that, one of these cycles,

You, spring, just might decide to sprinkle your breezes

With love-dust that will drift down, settle into my seeking spirit,

Bring me to my knees, cause me to weep with such joy

That when I awaken, I'll be naked as Adam, in Eden, with Eve.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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