Daffodil Hair

                                                           Spring

                                                          kisses her

                                                        daffodil hair

                                                     fluff of the clouds

                                                 mirrors her cream face

                                                 her breasts are mounds

                                             of rich earth, sowing my seed

                                         of fertile need as I inhale her scent

                                   of fresh grass. Red tulips open as I enter in

                                      soft rain moistens and steams my ardor

                                           I ascend to the top of tree of life

                                           efflorescence builds in crescendo

                                           blooming intensifies and flowers

                                                     prized petals of love

                                                        rest in my arms

                                                         bud embraces

                                                              my skin

                                                              awaiting

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