One Summer
The wind freshened and~
the briny sea stiffened
in your hair,
until my fingers swept it free
~ but not totally, nor
would I ever want it to be,
because, to flirt with your demons
is to rearrange your endearing quirks
~even the angry ones...
I need to be left in your glare-because
I bathe there...happily.
A promise of foreverness is
eternity wrapped in wishes -
infatuation left to grow into
something more than just
a simple affair...
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