puppy, love (two poems for spring)

 

 

puppy tongue

 

drool,

            pant,

            play

 

lather deliriously

                        drunk

 

on a luscious lick 

                        of spring

 

 

 

 

 

blush

 

this poem

is a surprise

        peach-pink tulip

 

between the lips

of a lover

        at sunrise

 

a poetic handprint blush-

            slide

down your hips,

                    your thighs

 

with

a

 

s

  i

g

  h

 

 

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