April 20, 2006

  • 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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