SPELL

ii. Spring Fantasy

Grey Snyder

Wish I could take you to my grandmother ' s for spring break, I used to always daydream about it as a kid, We could walk on the pier, under the street lights, Away from the music and the crowds, and try to find big fish under the water, that private thrill of leaning over the edge of the dock, It would take everything not to push you in, but wouldn 't it be funny, and you 'd dry up right away in the warm Florida air.

I'd always wanted to take you for a walk at sunset in one of the parks, among the meticulously planted flowers. I remember the petunias the most, our Eden under the willow trees, Spanish moss lazing on the branches, draping off of them like sleeping leopards, like curtains for some romantic play. You could wrap your arm in mine and I'll escort you, kiss you while the sun dons you with a halo, you angel.

I swear the bees are humming Sappho fragments like psalms, We could make love in the sunroom, Oh, to listen to you moan in the quiet of the night, Save for the insects singing loud enough to hear through the windows, Your skin under the lamplight like this, is glowing, you know? Take off your floral blouse and your cute shorts, and I'll take off mine in return, The whole vacation I want to show you the part of me from Georgia, Soft, Fuzzy, Fruity, Sweet.

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