LP No. 16 Another Equinox (Vernal) Poem

feet
gently crush
failed winter blossoms as
we drunkenly inhale the sugary
sweetness of flowers
unfurling under
a ripe and full moon.

it is coming.

parrots chatter throughout the night

it is coming.

dreams dance under itchy fingers

it is coming

a balmy breeze stalks her raven hair

it is coming

promises lost are found
again
and,
with a kiss,
vows to life,
love,
and the Universe are
renewed.

She is coming
for you.

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