Summer Love

Photo: Le Croisic – Tempête by ThierryB.

Summer love
does not wait
for long-winded diatribes

It does not fester
and spring upon the fool
who sits by the shore
and waits for the perfect wave.

It falls in love with the swimmer
who sees his possible fate
and continues
into the unknown.

Bliss bequeaths the abyss.

A shrouded mist.
It shifts your fits of certainties
and clouds your dull dichotomy

But this sweet puff of precipitation
that wreaks of allure and anticipation,
it pulls you in,
and finds your deep temptations.

Do you check yourself
and list your fears
before you take the leap?

Or do you free your mind
of jeers from peers

and see what lies beneath?

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