Accidental Heat-seeking Spells of Spring

For what I deemed mere accident

all senses lay in ruin.

I live by practicality.

I do not fall in love.

Such ascent requires more majesty than I can conjure,

but winter had been bitter long,

feelings frozen icicles surrendered to darkest nights.

Somewhere I dreamed that Spring once knew me,

curious to encounter an acquaintance of long ago and

cast eyes on connections.

But melting frost to inner stirrings

made steady vibrations grow

while greenness burst through boundaries of seasons and

oddly enough my cravings for steamed herbal tea.

I thought my vision deceived,

heart a liar,

mind ensnared by clever devices

as you beckon a wild garden toward me with every step,

speaking warm desires wrapped in muscled skin such depth of chocolate

I dared not breathe.

Apparitions from novices seldom happen.

Yet sun’s fire in your eyes smiles undeniable pleasures,

assuring me of successful enchantments,

equatorial heat transference

with rising passions well past nightfall.

Not tears

but vanishing ice still in thaw trails warming cheeks

as hands touch and

bodies sink beneath grass and trees,

soft and silken,

scenting freesias and butterflies kissing frolic.

Delirious birdsongs and

sounds of distant ocean waves.

Yearning meets its maker,

its master.

Forgotten roles and rules,

firmness penetrates yielding as heights to heights are bridged.

Unbounded nature undefiled enters pure ecstasy destined for the infinite,

holding sacred heat and

screams of joy for captive flames

against a cast spell

I did not know.

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