Earthly Pleasures


A city kid that points and shouts
Each time she sees the sprouts
And birds, whenever cherry blossoms fly
On by, each year that spring has sprung. 
Pollinate me with your tongue,
Fertilize our love with sun until it 
Blooms. 

(And if it wilts, so be it, treasure
Let us soak up earthly pleasures
Like gods that must return to boring
Mount Olympus in the morning.)



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