The spring sun is rising
and close behind comes the heat of his cousin,
the hot warmth of the summer blaze,
the promise of the thaw,
the desire for dark things forbidden,
changed through absence from light and sharing
to a burning hunger for dirt,
of lust and a watery hope.
The night falls late now,
storms call through dreams
quenching the earth of her thirst,
yet ignoring the forbidden desires of man.
The dawn brings the light
the torturous light of movement,
heating and loosing those plans,
the half-whispered thoughts
of the heart.
4/21/01
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