Great Magic

It's all because of the frogs. Was there ever meaning before the vernal equinox? I dare listen to the vibration as it beckons me. Vociferous voice laughing at the silly pounding bash, that resonates hard against a confinement of bones. The glimmer of indecency in your eyes, calling me jade across the chasm. How long before Spring bursts beyond my ribs? Would that we kiss the waters of the forest and hear the music that lures our heat to a furtive pond or stream. You have me in a bind until the end of time, my harlequin frog.