False Spring
By amlee
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Surely April was the cruellest month?
Tease of Spring, sassy green
yet tinged with hidden, murderous pallor,
frosts stinging timid blossoms
peeping from Winter's safe slumber.
Watery sunrise is no rising fireball.
We merely tumble,
hurtle headlong in downward trajectory
swallowed in Earth's underbelly
till we hit moonrise, whisper disk
smeared against tar black night.
Unthawed from forever frozen
I wait to fall off the edge.
You croon your shortlived love song.
I am captured, swoon fevered,
famished for rendezvous.
False blessings in salad tossed dreams
that our roads had merged.They diverge.
So each to their own journeys are bidden:
to walk, plod, crawl alone
stumble simply as complex humans.
Restless for the beat of your heart in Spring.
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