Your Fickle Climate
Your aura packs rapt confusion, it snap drags me with a cyclone’s aloof.
Your spring perfume cloaks your stroked fall-colored spoof
and your bright appeal conceals delusion -
yet, my eager seeks your smoked flair’s intrusion.
Hope seeking a clue, I examine climbing gaps in your fickle climate.
I attempt to riot your depths of private.
Your sky-air raises hints of midnight blue
to dance breezy-twirls on my need's point of view.
Intoxication steeps your vibrations; flirt notes disguise your spirit’s tone,
still my swollen need seeks burns in your cool zone.
Your essence boasts self-confident foundations
while my patina pales from riled frustrations.
... CayCay
July 1, 2018
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