hatch a patch of twitchy skin
blink long and imagine wind
squeeze fingers in luxurious mud
tongues wetting lips plump with blood
Apollo fled so we could contemplate pain
now undulations pulsing deep
melt snows into restless rain
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Nice sketch of the spring itch!
Restless rain, yes.
Agreed - oh to blooms once again ~.
Jade, thanks! Maybe I'm trying to urge spring on.
Lee, I hope the urge never withers. I think it sometimes does, though.
Very cool photo and poem. I don't even have a favorite line, they're all so good. Sending you frog night songs from the land of winter rain...
Sere, and I very much appreciate that gift!
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