Ms. Ruin's Playthings

"The imagination imitates. It is the critical spirit that creates." -Oscar Wilde

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Counting the days

Cut me
Cut me deep
Break through ground with your arms
Arms that pierce the Earth
Soak it up
Drink me in with a thirst of a voracious Summer
Kiss me
Kiss me deep
Kiss me like only you can
Scorch the winter with your heat
The walls of this bud are weak from your touch
Rip me open
Tear me up
Penetrate through the cold that clings to my bones
I’m ready for you
Ready for you, my beloved Spring

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