Vernal Affair

From the first

barest brush with a warmer breeze

I want to sink teeth deep into

succulent flesh

yet

the tilt of Earth

keeps the warmest days from me

when my bare feet are no longer

needle pricked by the dead

dry remnants only just giving way to

fresh green shoots

Spring is a tease and

I long for wanton

languorous 

Summer

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