SPRING TEASE

March can be such a tease…

          If it were a woman
          her aqueous tongue would be
          flitting along my neck like an ant
          tracking a trail of sugar,
          while her hand slithered
          toward my male vulnerability

          And when I would attempt to reciprocate,
          she would curl just out of reach,
          disinterested in the very emotions
          she stirred in the recesses of my gut.

          April, on the other hand--
          ah…April,

          Now there is a month that will go
          all the way.