sweet
dripping through the roots
wading in the waters
of the earth.
beneath the cherry tree
you hold my feet
gently
between the rough palms
of your mestizo hands.
I sigh
and it is music
that you strum along to
with your heart.
Spring.
We are a melody to which
the ground turns
green to.
life happens.
I kiss you and my soul smiles.
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