Soft kisses tracing lip lines
along the latitude of your spine
That bliss,
like warm weather makes
my waist wind in anticipation, that
Heat
that comes from the bottom and
flushes my face red in the excitement
Of what could be,
that wondering if what you are working with works with me
That desire to feel you,
to be filled with the fruit of what comes when winter ends
That breaking of the ice leading into the breaking of back,
branches bending
And snowfall is the happy ending, and when it melts
The rain falls
Summer comes again
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