Ode to spring

[vaneramos]

Come, beautiful one, here where I sleep among apple petals on new grass. Come my brother, sister, friend. Come like a lord with strength in your hands. Come like a queen, sunlight streaming from your hair. My man, my woman, whoever you are, mysterious spirit I glimpsed walking at night with stars in your crown or at noon with a garland of blossoms. I have dreamt so long I know only shadows of you. You bounded like a deer through the forest at dawn, fleet form flickering through pillars. Let me see your full body and smell the fragrance of your skin. Will you serve or master me? Come like a saviour and bend to me. Let me taste your breath and ache with the nuance of your finger down my skin. Hearing the poetry of your lips on my brow, my cheek, my mouth, my breast, I will awake. A seed swollen with rain breaks its coat and arises to the warmth. My blood flushes at your touch as the pale leaf greens under sunlight. My desire moves in harmony with your pulse. Lift my drowsing shoulders into sunlight; draw my soul out of long darkness. I am ready.