The world can see I'm ripe for love
So where are you?
I forsake my jacket for naked passion
and let winter horrors do their worst
I could melt the shameless birch
The laughing stars gossip and wink
They flow from out my pores
My love is out of doors
The nested squirrel feels tight as this.
All the world knows it's time for Eros' merry strut
I am no secret, I publish all, so tell me
Where are you?
where r u?
