Spring Again

Hold my hand here against our skin.
Become our strong thighs as we crouch in this field,
solidly holding our fine ankles,
balancing perfectly our smile gooey faces
atop our gentle toes.

Become the green grass tips tossing in the air.
Become infinite points tickling and playing the wind
through each hair over us.
Just hold my hand here against our skin.
PERCUSS!

Become boughs of crepe myrtles tumbling against the sky.
Become so smooth we're giggling all together
with our lowest parts hooked shallow or deep into the soil,
mingling with dust speck,
tussled with pollen's promise,
topsy-turvy with skin cell.

FEEL THE FLUFFY MYCELIUM OF ALL OF US POUNDING!
through clouds,
through nerve endings,
through branches fine and dense as fog,
through cytoplasm,
through oxygen and hydrogen bonds,
through electricity!

PLEASEjustholdmyhandhere against our skin
and feel everything within
become,

ba-
bum,

become
so
close



to song.