April, I hear you
the dank den still calls
as winter sits fat
on my eyelids
ebbing me back into
the sadness and silence
of the year
April, you're winning
there's a rumble
in my mid-arch
my spine forced vertical
by hungers thirsty lust
yes, I am more than animal
which is to say
my thick buds
are also near blossom
grown ripe as I slept
you naughty temptress
you've laid an ocean of sky
below me
& I
am already mid-dive
April, you're reeling
spring from me
& I am answering loudly
with a grow I know.
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