Non-Erotic PoetryHibernationmy love lay inside hibernating
waiting for the moment
to be wakened from it's slumber
huddled in the cold
patiently preparing
for the warmth to take
hold, arouse me
with fragrances of scents
signaling romance's rebirth
the dusting of pollen
like fairy glitter, magic
promising metamorphosis
instead it was just a heatwave
a momentary rising
from an early grave
the cold returned. I learned
a lesson. turned
returned to my cave
resigned to a long sleep
waiting for the moment
to be wakened from my slumber
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