I will come back in the Spring
when the trees are in bloom
to see you smile with them.
I'll come back to collect the sand
to make it glide through my fingers
over your long ebony hair.
I will come
to take back the sunbeam
that I left in your heart
so that we could warm ourselves
after the cold of desire.
I will come back in the Spring
when the trees are in bloom.

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