in springtime, the only pretty ring time
if I could gaze with unabashed desire
into the eyes of my beloved
I’d live in the iris of her eaves
while heat waves fluttered from the sun
I’d take her hand and lead her south
to the wine bar I walked past
where music strummed through thin guitars
fills every cab-filled glass
we’d sit together when spring begins
and watch the starlings loft
I’d wring her hand with soft entreats
to make the season soft
yes, that’s what I’d do
and perhaps in spring by willows green
beside the river black
perhaps along the asphalt trail
that leads to lake and back
she will slip aside her silly mask
that minds me of cold winter’s curse
and lay my head upon her chest
and ask me sing a verse
perhaps I’ll sing some words I don’t know now
and melt her heart like cocoa on my tongue
fold her in like cream to batter
or froth our coffee streams along
then I’ll sing to her and sing to her
of why my soul’s alive
I’ll ravish her with fire
and sing to her of life
she’s cursed, I think, to wear a mask
and hold a cold man dear
to hide her heart from every heart
that melts as it comes near
and I’m cursed, I know
to want no one but her
and pray that time will sometime cure
the ice of winter love
but this pernicious curse creeps up fast
and smothers sparks till dreams lie smashed
like a bottle of Hennessy thrown from a car that sped away
on graveyard sidewalk
and one day we wake
and see beside us nothing
oh spring
open your fountains
twine your long vines around the beams of hope
bloom your white carnations
let your birds of paradise fly
make blue your sky and green the fresh-mowed lawns of Carmichael
bejewel with due the spider webs on every upturned brush
bring back the canopy of oak and elm
and let the eucalyptus, too, feed beneath the light
make me a lover once again, great season
wheel me, drunk with love, in a barrow
down the long street, singing, everyone tipping a dripping bottle
as my friends and I sing, all together now, sweet lovers love the spring
oh friends deposit me
in the sweetest flower bed
her bed, the bed that holds
the mattress of her eyes