My Lovers For This Year



She makes firm promises anew

against bitter storms that blew.

She’s my sanctuary

and she’s mine again in blazing fire

while winds outside howl in ire,

my love, January.

She’s bitter and cold at heart

and demanding from the start,

a turbulent estuary

toiling through a spiteful blast

Her passion is short and fast,

succubus February.

She’s the promise of spring

and all the joy it will bring,

my youthful inarch

grafting renewed life from soil,

while kissing away winter’s spoil,

my maiden, March.

She’s full of generous grace

that blooms on her young face.

She’s my staple.

She clouds with sudden rain

but washes away winter’s pain.

My sweet April.

She warms to the growing year

and whispers sweetly in my ear,

“Let’s make hay!”

as she lies surrounded in blossom

pressing me languidly to her bosom.

My darling bud, May.

She’s bright in a summer sky

And sees…

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About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on
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