it was you in the springtime I awoke to
(the slumber of dark months never having been my friend).
it was, in fact, Easter midnight when
on the margin of a shopping mall’s parking lot,
cars few, but drive-in stars above abundant,
we cheered each other with edible jewels of enchanted strawberries
-ensconced in settings of 24-karat chocolate-
and then moaningly bit in, licked our chops, and kissed
(or was it the other way around?)
and thus joyously smashed that still-wintering fast called Lent.
for when I then grabbed your ass
and wrapped you in my arms
and told you I never would (ever want to) let go,
it was the sap of springtime itself flowing freely from my lips.
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