would you take it
under the undulating green
of these newly budded leaves?
could the glossy beads
of sweat sliding down
your back rouse you forward?
surely the erect pistil of this
immodest vernal bloom will
inveigle the same sprouting
senses in you that have slept
heartily this long Winter past.
let us abscond this bitter scene
and find an impassioned plot
of mossy ground where we shall
succumb to the hive in you –
bursting with honey. ripe and ready,
our coitus will know no shame under
the watchful eye of this mighty canopy.