Let's recount it once more, to vent this seasonally appropriate desire!
* * *
The Problem
Spring, solitude, and suppressed sensuality are the curves of the winding path that leads to memories of you.
This sibilant sequence of Ss seems to allude to the lost Garden of Eden in a slightly twisted way.
The biblical story and its hardened believers see in the snake the source of shame and tragedy, while I comically see it as the classic smooth talker, and as the embodiment of those subsequent sensual touches that would get us all shamelessly laid.
Snake-like are my fingers as they slowly map your shape, and when that picture is fully revealed in my mind, lo, the Garden of Eden!
Once found, we lose ourselves in the garden's exquisite scent. Is it of flowers? Of forest? Or is it of the sea?
Have we become liquid and merged, if only temporarily?
In such a confused state, inseminated by a profusion of sensations, we lose sight of the garden once again.
And, once found and then lost, we're drawn to map it all anew.
* * *
Its Remedy
Two morning droplets of News each day during the whole Spring.
A pill of Politics to aggravate that Climate Change induced headache.
Inhale the return of Tax Returns.
Send Family Problems to the Hospital.
