1.<\/p>\n
Heat oozes off the spring grass
\nsweet, musky like a lover’s thigh.
\nI want to be a spring colt,
\nbury my face in lush turf,
\nmunch the hot green flesh.
\nI surrender to the moment.<\/p>\n
2.<\/p>\n
Pluck a blade of grass
\nsuck, chew, taste, smell
\nthe sweet green joy
\nof fresh growth
\nthe randy openness
\nlaid out for generations.<\/p>\n
3.<\/p>\n
Walk on the soft green cloud:
\nvacate your shoes;
\nshed socks; free your feet;
\ncourt the mystery of yielding
\nto a lover
\nwith your tickled, lazy toes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading