the frequency of spring
tunes in on any radio, any
electro-static device including
the nerve network of all operating
bio-chemical self aware systems
susceptible to joy, lust, hatred, love
indiscretion
the delicacy of spring is our moment
moment when we renew
broadcast of our renewal
when I am me in front of you
it can’t happen without you
make me anew.
the frequency of spring is indiscrete,
it resonates incomplete, we secret
ourselves into each other, at times
it winters, other times boils
sometimes we fall by the wayside
but right now
the frequency is incomplete
you and I are in each other’s
sight, I draw you into my arms
beg you to follow me
into a shared shudder
of delight



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