Kiss Me Like Spring
I love your gentleness,
How your hands
Move like early Spring...
When you kiss me,
It is as if I am a dandelion;
All delicate spider-web
Gossamer threads and
Finespun silk fragility-
Your fingers on my cheek
Feel like the spring thaw,
As if I am ice only just
Learning how to move
Like water again...
When you kiss me,
It is with all the warmth,
The tender slowness,
Of early morning sunlight-
When you kiss me,
It is as if I am nearly
As insubstantial as sunlight...
But eventually even a dandelion
Wants to be blown away-
When a frozen waterfall meets
The Spring thaw, it does wake
Slowly, soft as Sunday morning-
It rises up like a roar, plunging
Down through space until
It is pounding like a heartbeat
That never stuttered for
Even a moment-
The seasons can teach you
That sunlight is anything but
Insubstantial;
It is heat and passion and
Faster than the sound
Of the shifting winds gasping
To keep up...
I love your gentleness,
How your hands
Move like early Spring...
But sometimes I wish
That you would kiss me
Like late Spring-
I want you to kiss me
Like a dandelion on the wind,
Like a waterfall waking up,
Like sunlight burning through
The dawn like passion;
I want you to surround me
And beat down hard like an
April rainstorm- to breathe
Me like petrichor and hold me
Like raindrops clinging to
Blades of grass, like raindrops
Soaking into the ground
Until there is no closer...
I want you to make me
Feel like I'm coming to life.
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