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My Spring Lover

Valentina Llano I awaken in a field and turn to see, Her hand extended out to me. The way the sunlight hits her lashes, two golden flames in her eyes, Her growing smile, those honey lips.

The wind blows through that green valley we lied in, That cup of a valley holding us, Two flower petals landing delicately on the surface of rose water. Little ripples, spreading around the lines of her face. Expressed when she smiles and softly says, fearing for speaking too loud I would startle and wisp away in the blown bits of a dandelion.

Instead I listen with beckoning ears, The wine of her voice pours over me. “Shall we go home now?” I close my eyes.

The white sheets. Windows open. Curtains trembling as the herbed winds flood in, Bringing Spring to our shared home but I had already brought her in.

It was unexpected as all that was her. I simply went outside one day, Awaiting another gloomy cold day, Yet a warm breeze, Little bits of green peeking from the melting snow.

And then, she was at my doorstep. As green as herself. As golden as ever. As Frost wrote, ‘her first green is gold, Will be my hardest hue to hold and eventually let go.’

I feared then and the home faded away to knowing flames that will come ash away as soon as she leaves.

“No, this is my home now,” I said to her. “This field, this valley will be our home.” Her brow arched, Intrigued.

“Anywhere with you is home and I need no other.” “Anywhere I go with you is home.” She smiled, Pleased.

She takes my hand. Holds it to her face. Her dimples shown then, And I feared knowing I will not see them again.

She sensed. “Don’t fear, I will always come my dear, I will make room for you in my world, Be it this valley, A hill I roll, A bee I make land on your shoulder, An herbed breeze I fly to you, Never forget my leafed signs.” And as Frost wrote, ‘Eden sank to grief and so did I.’

My spring lover, my wallflower, always the most golden and always the first to leave.

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