To the poetic leaning of the trees
the fertile earth
and the shimmery leaves
To the coyness of your stance
the brilliant quips
and the naughty glint in your eyes
To the mottle of a scrotum
the wet sheen of your furrow
and your deep red grip
To the first flush of recognition
the malignance of depression
and the sting of deception
To the sinking sun
the weight of dusk
and the inertia of night
This all pales into silliness
with the lilt in your giggle
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