Here it comes

oh, here it comes

again,
the time

of flower kisses,
scrawling

on the temple

their rough trails.
Here they come

oh, here they come

again,
those raw bristles

of fresh cut

grass
speaking all

speeches of green

on the bare

knees.
Here they come

oh, here they come

again,
the tingles

on the skin

like white wine

wild on the tongue…
―Oh, the flower kisses!
How they come

again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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