Living with Death in the Spring

Observing the death of my sister
has left me horny
like a virgin teenager in Spring.

An urgent prodding
I haven’t experienced in years.
No pimples yet!

Of course, everything’s in rut,
rabbits and squirrels,
robins and cardinals singing.

I am alive
and helplessly stuck in a funk,
except for my sexual drive;

overdrive I should probably say;
unexpected
and quite a shock.

I’m surprised
at my body’s reaction.
“Good Luck!” is all I have to say!