Orange Spring Devil Poem by Paul Amrod

The Earth is awakening as each living being exudes its brilliancy.
A harmony then arises to appease the peasants as they sow their fields.
With the origins of fertility rites the nymphs graciously prance in fancy
intoxicating throngs of sentimentalists with their mysteries revealed.
Summer's triangle appears at twilight stirring the oncoming epoch
of the lyre of Orpheus whose hymns resonate with exuberancy.
The highfalutin jargon then raced away with a jam and a jeer of the intergalactic.
Then my heart was jumping and my feet were thumping
and the improvisation was quickly burning up the joint.
The rhythmical impulse blew us out of the water to a place fantastic.
So I commenced my step dancing and my devil became so entrancing
and attractively appealing enticing me to become her counterpoint.
This she-cat is my Orange Spring Devil
In her presence I will surely revel
We are nearly at the level
of exploding and boundlessly overloading.
Then we stroll through forests of lilacs hand in hand.
With this sensual aroma we will start kissing and reminiscing
April's showers as the winter's squalls led us to desert sands.
The May birds and the June bugs sing a tuneful melody
We begin our humming as the day lengthens and summer's coming
when the sunlight burns at midnight.
We are nearly at the level
of exploding and excessively overloading.
I proceed to strive while climbing
while my sultry princess starts chiming
and her bells are sounding throughout valleys and most everywhere.
I sense myself falling and helplessly snowballing into this love affair
This she-cat is my Orange Spring Devil
In her presence I will surely revel
We are nearly at the level
of exceeding the limits and it's a prerequisite
for a staggering passion in an illicit fashion.
Wondrous waves with glimmering sensation
will overwhelm our conscious with elation
arousing our internal substance sending us elsewhere
into a state of resignation consuming us with the infinite.