Your Fickle Climate
Your aura leads me to rapt confusion,
it snap drags me with a cyclone’s aloof.
Your spring perfume cloaks your fall-colored spoof
and your bright rainbow conceals delusion -
yet, my eager seeks your flair’s intrusion.
Need-hoping for a clue, I study you.
Searching for keys to your fickle climate,
I attempt charting your depths of private.
Your sky-air rises hints of midnight blue
to dance breezy-twirls on my point of view.
Intoxication steeps your vibrations.
Flirt, tease-notes disguise your spirit’s tone,
still my need seeks burns in your cool zone.
Your essence boasts self-confident foundations
while my patina pales from frustrations.
... CayCay Jennings
July 1, 2018
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2018