Monday, September 22, 2008

"Spring Air" by Gene Derwood

...lest two living things escape and keep hearts steady,
Beguiles us at this window, heady
And rich, murmurs; touches like flesh
Of loving fingers, timorous but sure.
Intoxicant is this mild, fresh
Warm breath of spring, all mad and pure.
Is this my hand in yours? Am I
So close? Wait till the insinuant wind's gone by.

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