Let's recount it once more to vent this seasonally appropriate desire!
Spring, solitude, and suppressed sensuality are the curves of the winding path that leads to memories of you.
This sibilant sequential line of Ss seems to allude to the lost garden of Eden in a slightly twisted way.
The biblical story and its harden believers see in the snake the source of shame and tragedy, while I comically see it as the classic scene of a smooth talker, and as the embodiment of those subsequent sensual touches that would get all of us shamelessly laid.
Snake-like are my fingers that 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 exquisite scent: Is it of flowers? Of forest? Or is it of sea?
Have we became liquid and merged temporarily?
In such a confused state inseminated by a profusion of sensations, we lose sight of the garden afresh.
And, once found and then lost, we are strongly pulled to map it all anew.
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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.
