Spring's First Kiss
I would just lie there in that rich green meadow…
My body limp, thighs exposed…eyes shut in shadow
The breeze comes jostling through tall grass,
Faint at first, then more vocal to release an overwhelming blast!
T’was the sound of an eruption in my tone-deaf drum…to  liven an ancient melody.
 Oh, the colors of earth and sky I could hear, …in beautiful rigorous harmony
Thud..,thud…a masterpiece! – My heart adding the base to that enchanting beat.
I felt the coming of an inspiring companion, trading warmth against winters’ defeat!
And whilst flies, -wretched rogues-, would dance on my forehead ,
I’d surrender completely to loathsome contagion spread
 Feces of man’s best friend did odorize in defiance!
 Repugnant and amplified by the sun’s compliance.
Could the negative bring pure positive to light ?
Funny how good and bad seems to polarize ones  sight!
In stillness, I’d just be there…be in the moment. . . ,
Yearning to be awakened from my slumbering autumn!
The gentle kiss that sprayed my thighs, foretold the arrival of my much awaited guide.
As the caress lingered on my stomach then my chest,- I counted breathless seconds in zest.
Soon did adorn my face an encouraging peck - it’s exuberance altering a “ corpse-like “ defect.
Re-awakening, like the Fynbos by my side, flowered a woman whom I dare no more hide!
My timeous lover in seasonal stride embalmed my soul with renewal of a crimson tide…
A sweltering hope, which sings through my veins and a promise of revival, validating his claim.
So it has always been for me. . ,Spring’s first touch, like a true lover’s   legacy. . .
So tenderly. . , Spring’s embrace restores me to my former grace.
With whispers of life force and new beginnings, his sweet breath is  laced -
Resurrecting his bride, this resilient groom, parts her from festering   gloom.
 In a meadow, expectantly, -  a maiden awaits the equinoctial fest to emerge
 Alongside iridescent buds and winds of change,  dread  are urged to disperse. . .
And at the brush of Spring’s   First  Kiss,  rouse improvisation of spirit and courage and trust !
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Comments
Vianca Adams
Excellent write, My Congrats and voted 5 *
Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Wow,Thank you for that!
Thank you, Angel.I somehow know you fully grasped my intent.Thanx for your generosity!
Vianca,
A wonderful poem and placement of words, is as eye catching and acceptance of tones, enchantingly ring to the ears, as the much anticipatingly wait, of the gentle kiss, that sprayed her thighs, which foretold, the arrival of her much awaited guide....A poem of colorful love, presented in just as many, if not more, then mother nature can present herself, in her splendid presentations of flowers rendered in spring...A poem of what heavenly dreams, should and surely, to be made of...Pretty poem and picture all in one...   Â
Kind regards,
Jim
Lines of interest:
T’was the sound of an eruption in my tone-deaf drum…to  liven an ancient melody.
 Oh, the colors of earth and sky I could hear, …in beautiful rigorous harmony
Thud..,thud…a masterpiece! – My heart adding the base to that enchanting beat.
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As the caress lingered on my stomach then my chest,- I counted breathless seconds in zest.
Kind regards,
Jim
Jimmy, u r killing me with kindness! Thank You.
You are quite welcome and credit should always be given, when it is due and in all of the commented on cases, and (some not yet commented on), is it and was it, well due....Never lay your pen nor brush down Vianca, although the poetess/poet, is she/he, who dictates the pleasure, that flows from her/his pen/brush and you, dear lady, has without a doubt, ratified this myth, through your wonderful display of poetic presentations, to your many readers...
Sincerely,
Jim.