Storm come through a clearing out
recollections stoutly clenching hard
against their mothers tit and strings
till they pulled a knot being on toward.
Knot come undone
they fell aside
she looked about
little heart previously denied.
First pale blossoms spreading sweet
cheeks flushed deep peach in the heat
fire and ice, embraced and denied
in the white space where doors stood ajar.
The Uncrush began to stir
she grew still
heart beat too fast to hold
all against her will.
Yester morn the dawn come soft
she stretched long and lean
the blush of summer kissed her lips
small hands searched between.
