The Spring

The Spring is all very well and everything,
but what am I to do with this love feeling?
I want to share the surplus all around,
and spare it; be lean, mean, and thriftily
savour the superfluous burgeoning swirl
and I spin it all in butter-cups, for a girl.
She's all twirl, and swaggering wayward,
a wayfaring ranger diagonally sashaying high;
ankles...calves...knees, to the genius of my thighs.
If only strength would allow me to..spend
sweet hours right here dwelling, speculating
the plans I ought to be making, instead,
what am I to do - with this love feeling?
If not but dream of a long slow seduction of you.

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