Ode to Sophisticated Mama (edit, new title)

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Sophisticated Mama come dance with me.
Swing free in the ropey jungle of my arms,
let me float away on the ocean of your hips;
didn’t we get lost in the mountain pass?

Sophisticated Mama wasn’t this how it was?
Those years, lazy yawning blooms of Spring;
lilac, honeysuckle, plump buds of red, red rose.
Then that Summer heat, those thunderstorms,
electric peels of light that split the sky—
didn’t we get wet and wild! 

Sophisticated Mama didn’t those bright colors
of spring and summer, now, seem to last only
those two ticks of the clock?  I’ll tell you,

Sophisticated Mama, some fear the fall 
into the long greying, thinking only of fading
colors.  I’ve been waiting and waiting more 
to hold you before the hearth of our smoldering
fire, relishing the lazy grey of evening’s warmth
spent against winter’s inevitable chill. I’ll tell you,

Sophisticated Mama, when we fall down 
the long slope of winter’s first night, I hope 
we dance; two flakes of snow twirling again
through the mountain pass to land upon a
child’s mitten, melting together under her
laughter, happy only that it is snowing.

I think you are tricking me with the form.
I only rearranged it like this to read it better, some of the enjambment in couples distracted me.  Especially the mountain pass at the end while there's a mountain pass at the beginning.

The couplets are interesting though, the imagery throughout is lovely.  I don't understand the last phrase happy only that it is snowing, probably on me.  I also don't mind the repetition of S.M. but the couplets throw me off, like I want there to be a form, but also if it is a form I want to be off cause it is interesting

So I don't know what else to say,  thanks for sharing