My Dance With Eve
Dancing with Eve on an April night
There is nothing like a Spring night exuding it's sweetness
Tonight was a
soothing balm
brushed softly
through new leaves
to grace my face.
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Sweet scented April
wooed me
with a perfume
only a goddess
would wear,
as I stood
in the middle
of my two acres
clad only in
a bathing suit.
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Immersed in
the warmth
of a spring welling
up around me while
my neighbors had
they seen me
would have thought
me rather strange
and they would
have been right.
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I do not fit amidst
these natural elements
I am an intruder
who delights
in his trespass.
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Just a speck
of flesh
in the middle
of a vast field
miles from
anywhere
savoring the
night's call.
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I could almost
see others all over the world
standing somewhere
outside in their skivvies,
nightgowns, tighty whities
panties and bras.
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Clothing is optional
on the cusp of
Aprils warm breath.
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Perhaps even
in The Ukraine
men in their
government issued
green boxer shorts
stand weaponless
gazing at the peace
only the night can bring
when April dances in.
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Even tiny infants
cribbed behind bars
stir in their sleep
limbs reaching...
s t r e t c h i n g
towards the window,
longing to be out there
in mother earth's
most cuddling womb.
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I wanted to
dance through
fresh shoots of grass,
leaping over wildflowers
that were just peeping out
from a long sleep.
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No moon tonight
it faces away
from such beauty
hiding it's
airless desolation.
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I wanted to just kiss
something, someone
but I was alone
and trees are
not tender to
human embraces
so I just stood there
absorbing it all
letting it sway my spirit
into physical words.
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I have been
here before
in years passed
when I often fled
to such nights
and suckled
their sweetness
as a child
of the projects
savoring a dessert
even poor folks
could enjoy.
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I have known
many Aprils
even dated a few
of the human kind
but tonight this April
rivals all in a
marriage of flesh
and fortune
at simply being alive
and watching the season
become the true reason
that I write.
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© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III