Hurricane Season

He said, “You beautiful woman,
you’ve set my world ablaze.”
I knew he meant it indefinitely;
I could see it in his gaze.
He stared at me from miles away,
focused on one, centered place.
I knew he’d come at me intently;
I could see it in his face.
He texted long, lost love words–
mini sonnets all their own.
I knew he cared for me profoundly;
I could see it on my phone.
His fingertips expelled light,
melting every place they touched.
I knew he felt me really;
I could tell by how he clutched.
I said, “You beautiful man–
an exquisite storm, raging for an unknown reason.
I’ve never been one for drowning,
but I’m fond of your hurricane season.”

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