Spring is here, where I am,
Offering its blushing trees 
(my Earth Mothers),
And all of creation rising, 
hot with desire.

Desire rises 
As crocuses, snowdrops, and daffodils.
Desire arrives
On the wings of returning birds 
Carrying their heat and need 
For that sweetness between the loins.

Desire calls me to you, too, my friend,
Friendship is co-creation
Desire is transcendence.
Seed and soil, 
an eternal friendship.

Desire makes me sing 
And whirl in the glory:
Life! Life! Life! 
And 
Love! Love! Love!

But then again, 
there is a dark side to desire, 
Or is there?