And Again

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Praise these May moments

when trees dress delicately,

green as peridot.

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I'll be the arbour

hung with cherry blossom,

nectar for your bees.

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You shall be the spine

that supports this ecstasy;

sweet is the stamen.

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My lust is for growth

run riot in every peak,

most of all yours.

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Stepping out to me

over the blush of petals

I pluck you again

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and again.