sasha yarlexolnikov

The Truth Is, Spring - Poem by sasha yarlexolnikov

You broke through the night
as the last-minute sentiment
of the afternoon
that had scattered onto anything
a lost postulation
of a body
filled with desire
if objects be flowers
and spring could sweat,
like lilies with dew
and bulbs are mistakes
from lust and midnight secrets
deep in the womb of the night
where morals are measured
by sheer pleasure
then let spring come early
let sin be sin
if sin ever was
and let truth be seen
if not by our eyes
lenses are bent
to the whim of the moon
and the curve of your thigh
tonight lunar in tint
the prematurity of Spring

Topic(s) of this poem: spring

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 6, 2015

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