Eternal solstice of the naive

Spring, spring

Find me with reddened lips and bruised

knuckles

Waiting for you. 

Forever

They say it's spring on the other side of it all—

As I am pretending they're not lying, because I can see the sun setting earlier and the leaves getting frail.

Don't lie to me, spring, come hold me

Forever. Maybe.

Child. Mother. Lover

It does not matter at all—

Make me your own.

From spring to fall.