Lush Anansi Tales

Spring's Kiss

I've missed this kiss,
warmth,
caressing my skin,
dripping like honey,
on my cocoa brown skin.

Oh, honey this sunshine,
bliss. 

Grass under my toes,
as the wind blows away,
the last embrace of the winters cold.

 Memories of my Trinidad home,
flutter in my mind like butterflies,
and I can almost smell the sea,
as the salt of my sweat beads on my brow.

There's healing in the spring,
and as the mother wakes,
ushering her blooms,
the joy in my spirit grows,
shining through in a smile,
that hasn't left my face.

 I've missed this kiss,
and this bliss.

Written by Ian M. S. Royer (c) 2020
Art by James Hackett (c) 2020