Springtime is violent--
blades of grass fling themselves toward the sun.
Flowers knock their heads around and between rocks,
and heavy raindrops bludgeon the ground.
As the air sweetens,
emotions get equally fickle,
You pledge your undying love
then tell me to go to hell
while your body trembles with need.
As I walk away,
you chase me, tackle me
and kisses rain down like it's April,
but all is forgiven
as we mesmerize each other with smiles.