The Fling

Less interesting than it seems potentially.

That blast of innocence
Showered on your face -
Flourishing slow into heavy personality.

A caress like rain
Relaying joy into you -
Skyrocketing fast until the close.

A desire like dew -
Hanging onto the edge,
Waiting to sadly but inevitably drop.

You are a whim, babe,
Just like your London summer.

August 11, 2016