dawn kissing until the trees run like rivers
our exhalations weaving the shadows together
the grass gathering the prints of two bodies,
pressing them between its lips.
&all mouth laid panting
&all skin splayed open
to watch the yellow
running down from the skies,
pooling in your knuckles,
between my hips.
perhaps, no, definitely, spring fever(matingseason) is hitting me harddd this year.