A Sexual Tonic Is Winter

spring, my veins inches
to greet the gentle warmth
of the sun, the way the
butterflies frolic with the blooms

summer, the thirst to
stretch and flex every
nerve and muscle rises with the sun
till it is all over the head

autumn, my mind
contemplates, and a
desire to ascribe colourful verses
to the season surges
with a fear that soon every leaf
would plead goodbye

winter, the cold and white
of snow is a sexual tonic
the physique craves for
a warmth that only the
season can provide with
lasting memory

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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