A Poem A Day, Poem #1

the spring is awakening something new and
marvelous in the soil of your soul and the
flowers that will rise from the heat will ride
a wave called whispering waters that allow
for drinking thigh smiles all the way to the
heaven of your hive where honey hovers like
a new bulb floating on the stem of a breeze
called breathing kisses where the sun hides
from the sounds of wondrous hums and whistles
called love's own singing

and a bashful cloud bursts into water waiting to
see the world fall into another paused passion
hiding dreams in the pistils of the saints' most
sunlit soldiers called sex and pouting petals
all the way down the hips of hoping to catch
another taste of your strategic kiss that kills
another crime like a crying were coming undone
in this magnificent heartache of hot tendrils and
vine wrapping kisses like a christmas mystery
coming uncracked in the dry pollination of a
passionate thing,

a delirious song to sing later when caught by the
flowers in the powerful showers of the laughs of
rain