Mothers claim they stimulate,incite

 

I​n ​April  days transcendent is the light
The air is sharp  the wind breathes out  cold sea​
The ​afternoons are longer​, spacious bright

​W​omen fear to go out  it when it’s night
More ​are murdered in the home at tea
In ​April we ​ ask questions, seeking light

​Wearing​ summer dresses ​,​​ girls delight​
​ But ​leggings are the fashion or tight jeans

The ​afternoons are ​glowing​​ ​ with lust bright

 

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Mothers claim they stimulate,incite
Their teenage sons, now sprung like mattress seams
In ​April  who appreciates the light?

Porn is common​, so are leggings tight​
Hormonal heights cast shadows in between
The ​ scruples of the church, the Zeit geist

We  might  see other worlds,  Shakespearean  themes
And pass the summer  drifting in deep dreams
I​n ​April we  reinterpret  the new light
​The ​afternoons  make screens  blind,  readers​ rhyme