I scratched after broken sun
between
cloud cover.
Smothering it to my chest
I cried
when it came.
Wind wants, whispering down
south, boney, hot, honey-suckled
Making whitened pink-face
flush.
Spring penetrates opened windows ajar
Reuniting catnaps, stilled dresses warm on the floor.
I set a lip to Spring’s
bare skin.
I left a ripe print
Like tulip-kissed
petals
undressed.
Black and yellow lovers hum,
seeking sweet excess droplets to find
Curiously, vibrating
inside.
I wand them away with day old dandelions,
Blow the white dying wishes before they’ve all gone.
k.h.
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