Short Poem

Spring Fever

nature-flowers-garden-springThe Sun hitting ur face,

the pure warmth, orange across ur eyelids,
your skin buzzing with life.
Spring has come,
poking its green head
from the ashes.

A caress, a reassurance that you are loved;
A gentle hold when the darkest cold has taken hold.

A sunburst kiss, that chastises,
smarts with itchy reverence.

A beacon of light,
that I will follow
until my life eclipses
and the lights freckles my face.

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