Ignitions

Ignitions.  Sparks! Sparks!
Bursts of light coming to fruition...
 Pops. Gasps. Breaths!

My skin itches, twitches,
Subtle undergrowths,
Light, warm,
Like the blossoms of seed and spring..


Elated..dragged but floating
Toiling,
The subtle undergrowth..
...Toiling.

Can't get the flowers out of my head..can't get the blossoming of life's witnessing
From my mind.

Can't get the mystic coach from out of this whind...
Shuttters like shivers in my blood..
A body confused.

I know the Spring feels it too..