spring rain of flowers and joy dawn
suspended in the collar of my laughter, fresh
clustered torrent of jubilation
pending the desired touch of your lips,
or gentle breeze that embraces the waves
fringed pearl foam, ocean
a shining green that adorns its gleaming mirror
with the golden sunlight. I'll
furious storm
torrid heat wave bringing down our chests violently disposing of peep
and passion our mouths, or the symphony
tear your fingers working harpsichord
that forms my sex.
August I'll be fiery summer wheat fields, wet rice fields
dipping its rays the moon,
or withered leaves of elm and birch
that lies at the foot of an autumn donor chiaroscuro of the verb. I'll
butterfly silk smooth, glittering fireflies, Dragonfly
fastest of delicate wings, mermaid or sea nymph
brackish waters sweet, perhaps tale princess, perhaps
lady unicorn pet
distant snow from one end of the Himalayas, marble
buttress of a Gothic temple, or
unpaid bill from the light of a cold winter in stubborn
collected the debt in your flesh and your kisses. Mayte