Spring is a slutty exhibitionist
I am an old maid, a voyeur

She’s my fluffy princess
wearing rhinestones, pastels

I do the dishes
scrub filth, break my nails

She’s my thrusting pony
I’m yesterday’s saddle

Her meddlesome keeper, chewing
on a dry blade of last year’s sawgrass

My hands smell like dish soap
She blooms wildly

I’m fingering
my Mary medallion

Lips moving
quivering, praying

pink     laughter         hummingbirds
pink     laughter         hummingbirds

pink     laughter         hummingbirds
pink     laughter         hummingbirds

I witness her fever
Fingers on my own buds, even.