(spring come
)come spring
spring come wetly
out the freezing serious
hair o' winter come
spring
thy greenest countenance
come lathered
(Spring in
thy poppy and
thy clovered
divine thighs)
O spring i,
in thy many
splendored love, in
thy loose and carefree
shapely plush pocket
,will lay in heaped
crushing wafts of
june bugs and
apples and gods
(the wilting rind
of day will kiss
plummeting eve
upon the tousled
breach of sky andEarth
will sorely muster
russet flecked charming
slatterned trees about
my careful self
)and your *****
pleasant smell
willto meander
in the failing
hues of
unsnowed languid
hillocks
be most a riotous
silent crudeness
and i will love you most
roughly Spring
i'll tear away the careful
pretty clothing
flowers and with
your crudlovely
naked salt
i will
play,
.
'
.
,
'
,
,
.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 5:10 PM UTC
(spring come
)come spring
spring come wetly
out the freezing serious
hair o' winter come
spring
thy greenest countenance
come lathered
(Spring in
thy poppy and
thy clovered
divine thighs)
O spring i,
in thy many
splendored love, in
thy loose and carefree
shapely plush pocket
,will lay in heaped
crushing wafts of
june bugs and
apples and gods
(the wilting rind
of day will kiss
plummeting eve
upon the tousled
breach of sky andEarth
will sorely muster
russet flecked charming
slatterned trees about
my careful self
)and your *****
pleasant smell
willto meander
in the failing
hues of
unsnowed languid
hillocks
be most a riotous
silent crudeness
and i will love you most
roughly Spring
i'll tear away the careful
pretty clothing
flowers and with
your crudlovely
naked salt
i will
play,
.
'
.
,
'
,
,
.
Request permission to use this poem