1.
Heat oozes off the spring grass
sweet, musky like a lover’s thigh.
I want to be a spring colt,
bury my face in lush turf,
munch the hot green flesh.
I surrender to the moment.
2.
Pluck a blade of grass
suck, chew, taste, smell
the sweet green joy
of fresh growth
the randy openness
laid out for generations.
3.
Walk on the soft green cloud:
vacate your shoes;
shed socks; free your feet;
court the mystery of yielding
to a lover
with your tickled, lazy toes.
