Springtime

Let me start by saying that this is all Julie’s fault! Hahaha!

Yesterday, she posted a Facebook note about her latest poem, “Finally”. Now this is something very new for the very much angelic Julie. This marks her first dabble into Anais Nin-esque, sensual poetry. She was rather nervous at composing it, but says it was worth it trying something new, a very integral part of literature.

Then, I realised something: I too have not tried it.And yes, I’d like to. So, inspired by Ms. Julie, I decided to make, well, this!

Just like Julie, I’ve never had experience in the things described here. But, I suppose, I just have friends who do.

Well, yes, I was blushing as I was writing this (and, for that matter, I still am right now that I’m posting it).

So yeah, here we go:



Springtime

It is the frigid, pale winter

And I’m a white rosebud, shivering in the snow

Suddenly, the sunlight caresses my cheek

Like your warm, loving hands

I feel the fall of dew

Wet and refreshing

Like the dawn air

Like those first kisses

To my cheeks

To my lips

Then, this rosebud opens

Slowly, gently, lovingly

In full bloom to

You, the lone butterfly

A primrose inviting you

Only you

To partake of me

Sweet nectar

Flowing, like a rush of blood

Drink of me all that you want

To reveal a tiny blush

Inside all my pristine exterior

Under the dawn sky

I give to you

And only you

Every dream, every hope

Every petal in my blossom

This is the first day

Of our eternal spring