springtime

feed me a flower

during new year’s first shower

your fingers jump back

to make sure my teeth don’t latch

onto beauty        time’s worst match

the dewy grass breaks

beneath the slither of snakes

fear has no contact

with the tips of your muddy

shoes         nature is left all bloody

sing me some nonsense-

filled tune              your voice is quite intense

auras of such strength 

are left behind to collapse 

when i force youth to elapse