Spring

When it rains, stand naked in the garden just to feel you

dripping off my lips. The smell of fresh earth.

When it's springtime, I bury myself

amongst peonies and tulips, the weight of sodden soil

between my toes. Let it pour.

Let rain drops trickle down my back, rivers

between my breasts.

You are the season of new beginnings, finish

hanging raindrops from my navel so that I can wrap my legs around

you, feel your rough hands along my waist. When it finally stops,

I'll stretch my arms up to feel the sun,

your lips against my fingertip. Watch as you turn

the grass green and send the garden into bloom.