Spring penetrates Winter, kicking
February’s door down,
urging xylem up to tips of branches, bursting green out of tender wood,
opening flowers like lips,
butterflies and bees
collecting nectar
flowers opening like lips into dizzy electric buzz of oscillating,
kinetic anticipation of pollen exploding stamen into pistils,
fragrant as tea olive,
dewdrops sweeter than honeysuckle
clinging to velvet petals
like your lips clung to mine the last time
you breathed for me,
when we sank down into each other like earth,
devouring the pomegranates we were
in each other’s eyes.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Love the last line! Pomegranate is my favorite fruit.