Easing into April, I feel my desire push out of the ground like desperate buds unfolding — the flower of my love for you born once more.
Weeks away from doomsday, and I imagine a current of affairs to sweep us away.
I imagine my furore,
I imagine your reception;
I imagine recalling ideas of sanctity and placing them against the true notion.
And I imagine that I am in love,
all the while it is your handsome April sight that sates me.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 4:25 PM UTC
Easing into April, I feel my desire push out of the ground like desperate buds unfolding — the flower of my love for you born once more.
Weeks away from doomsday, and I imagine a current of affairs to sweep us away.
I imagine my furore,
I imagine your reception;
I imagine recalling ideas of sanctity and placing them against the true notion.
And I imagine that I am in love,
all the while it is your handsome April sight that sates me.
