Nature Falls In Love

Today I am sharing this poem again in celebration of Purim and Nowruz, two festivals of early spring renewal and revelry, that may share ancient roots

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In Springtime,

all of nature

falls in love.

The air is wet

with arousal,

fragrant with pollen

and the scent

of raw need.

In springtime,

our bodies ache towards each other

like the First Man

and First Woman did,

the first time they made love,

when the heavens opened up

and the gods applauded like thunder

and a million flowers took latin names

and carved their shapes

out of the green pith

of possibility,

blossoming into a full rainbow

of lurid colors.

In springtime,

clouds cry their heavy tears

that seep into the land,

feeding plants, nourishing roots,

shaking off the sadness of death

that winter brings.

The Earth opens

like a mouth

to receive

the Sun’s kiss.

Love shines.

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You Smiled

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I saw you
and I felt your eyes
riveted upon me.
I could tell you
had secretly missed me.
I watched you happily luxuriate
within the embrace
of my studied inattention
as you went about your business.

Within the air
hung volumes of words
that lay unsaid
between us,
like clothes pinned on a line,
wet and immediate.

The surface of your skin,
tanned and hot,
beckoned my touch.
I know your mouth remembered my nipples
and the softness of my breast.

I felt your longing
and for a moment our eyes singed
on each other.
You smiled,
and I knew then
you still wanted me.

Nature Falls In Love

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In Springtime,

all of nature

falls in love.

 

The air is wet

with arousal,

fragrant with pollen

and the scent

of raw need.

 

In springtime,

our bodies ache towards each other

like the First Man

and First Woman did,

the first time they made love,

when the heavens opened up

and the gods applauded like thunder

and a million flowers took latin names

and carved their shapes

out of the green pith

of possibility,

blossoming into a full rainbow

of lurid colors.

 

In springtime,

clouds cry their heavy tears

that seep into the land,

feeding plants, nourishing roots,

shaking off the sadness of death

that winter brings.

 

The Earth opens

like a mouth

to receive

the Sun’s kiss.

 

Love shines.

Sleeping

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The sinewed shape of your muscles
imprinted against my soft skin,
molding it finely
to the hard pattern of you.

I wanted only
to hold you in my arms,
as we treaded water together
through the dark current
of dreamtime,
for you to anchor me
against the undertow
of the Unconscious.

But the tides were strong.

I hit a snag
within that treacherous sea,
and crashed against the rocks,
emerging barnacled by lucid fate,
into the harsh wake
of wakefulness.

You left
because I was snoring.