The Spring of Love
By Risha Nicole
I loved the way she talked about the water and how the fish sing back to us; so gently, slowly, romantic even. Birds are in pairs when they mate; so gently, slowly. I like when the birds sing back. I wonder if the birds can smell it before it rains. Oh storms, they are the body of the Earth—the Spring of Love. Lover melts on the tongue so gently during nightfall. Your beauty fallen from the stars. You look different from the moon, the planets even. Swoon, the taste of a budded flower. So sweet in the Spring time. Gentle. I like it when our hands touch. I love April. Oh yes, The Spring of Love. The love that sings; the birds tell you so!