Spill out your seeds of bud smile
On to my watchful soily eyes
To behold the sprouting spring.
A creeper emerges
With rejoicing boughs and buds
Abandoning aroma to the wayward wind.
My breath longs
To wear the fragrance
Of the blooming blossoms
On your lips.
I should have had
Thrill implicating eyes as yours
To beget exciting moths
To perch on the smacked bud lips.
Do sow the seeds of bud smile
In my yearning heart
To greet our profuse spring.
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