The Affair

Like young lovers tangled in passion and insatiable thirst

I feel the tension of Winter’s dormancy with Spring’s desire to burst

When the Sun demands that I strip

I stand naked in April’s shower…

drip…

drip…

drip…

The wet air teases and caresses my skin

I touch myself, eager to sin

The breeze licks my nipples, I tilt my head back

Moaning with pleasure, my limbs go slack

Titillating, tantalizing, edging with fate

As new buds on branches swell and elongate

I come with Spring, unhurried and true

We vibrate together, yellow, green, violet and blue