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Spring Day in February
by Charles Entrekin
I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let's buy it. —Rumi
In the mirror above us
you curl into my neck
smiling and flushed.
Outside, the plum trees
do not know that it is February.
Backlit blossoms shift in a light breeze.
These hours of us alone,
when we are lying together touching,
when we are too close for speech,
alive in the here and now,
the sunlight in the middle of winter—
the trees are luxuriating.
Our climate change is upon us.
There may be a cost
but it is a bargain worth paying.
When we relax, when we learn to let go,
when we enter into the luxury
of each other's life,
when we are what was meant to be,
you are with me. And the words come to our lips
unrequested: yes, yes, yes.
Even the next day, replaying
what was said, when I smell your scent
on me, alone, awake in another life.