Spring was clumsy
clash,
image of how
life ran so fluid when
first kiss revealed moisture,
unbitten.

Summer was everything ,experience
played cumulative cant, every branch an envelope
seed and pollen..tracing
days made for tommorow
etched in still,
life, hold motion moist on lips.

No one knew how much
the autumn of you tasted on
my tongue.
You quick to moisture, fast to pull me quick,
inside the angle of
the sun.

Birthday touch to quicken,
how much you mean to
tangled tongue and rich,
caress of cradle,
sway,
you in my arms.

Happy, happy..beautiful..

Grey