Saturday, March 12, 2005

A Poem

Funny how that happens, spring arrives and one of those sap-is-rising poems comes to me.

spring's song

the wind
wraps around
my calves
travels up
under my short skirt

a teasing suggestion
of a hand
asking permission
to enter

to ravish me
and celebrate
the lascivious display
of life all around

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That poem rocks!