Spring

 Hello
I'm back
Not in black
Though it's all that
And that's a fact
(Now, it's not beige as some I know would be glad to note though it could be --- were I so inclined)
Rather,
Just now,
It's hyacinth
And lavender
Think fields of fragrance in Provence
Kissed by incandescence
Sunshine glow
Warmth of flowers
Scent rising
From those pressed
To earth
By
Your body pressing mine

I'm open to you
As open as these
Flowers to the cerulean sky
Gleefully soaking up all those rays spilling forth
Rivulets of light streaming
Glistening
Coating each petal luxuriously
Joyfully,
I revel in your opalescent cream gushing across my decadent curves
How glorious each pearly droplet appears glowing on my radiant cocoa skin

Such heady wine
Entwined
As vines are we
The air intoxicates me with the scent of you and me together intertwined with lush lavender
Redolent
With bursts of melting, violet scent
Wild effusions tinging our breaths in and out
Extravagant hyacinth
And us
Mmm....
Cacophonous splendor
                          never hushed.