the not body of Spring feels like
girlhood stroked fur purring
wet between April and May
slicked rain of coming flowers:
Not easy
Not hard
nor needing
for kneadfuly clutch of loosed steam
who makes tearfully joy by within
forests loops of the curling stuff
her own not body
by warmth
by wet
decay of young
foals white petals parting showers of chaste rain and the
tight
tight
tight
emulsion of pushing through
the supple cloud of morning:
SUN,
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
the not body of Spring feels like
girlhood stroked fur purring
wet between April and May
slicked rain of coming flowers:
Not easy
Not hard
nor needing
for kneadfuly clutch of loosed steam
who makes tearfully joy by within
forests loops of the curling stuff
her own not body
by warmth
by wet
decay of young
foals white petals parting showers of chaste rain and the
tight
tight
tight
emulsion of pushing through
the supple cloud of morning:
SUN,
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