bright like the scent of citrus
the smell of your hair as
i lie on your chest
telling you tales of winter unrest
scraping away the layers of leaves
waiting to fall upon your knees
speak to my soul, my eyes seem to know
how far we can go if we both well please

sing to me the song of the season
changing and growing and shaving off secrets
pierce through the skin
fall out through the center
i've been left unopened, but this is much better