Flowerbeds

Entry for "Spring - it is not too early" competition

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I've never touched love before,
but it seems
to have turned me -

like our world
on its naïve little axis;
face to the sun
so bright and green,
so my barriers
are falling,
and a new warmth
is calling:

the ice in my bones
is, for once, thawing out;
the flowers all rise from their beds in my mouth,

and at last, I am drinking
the sunlight untethered;
those lips, April rain -
how I love the spring weather.