catch and release

sweet calls
of spring,
carry softly to the sea,
plunging deep
to awaken
tempestuous beauty.


star-burnt mahogany
thirsts still,
for the golden embrace
of celestial flame.




dreams linger
so happy and so free
on a sunlit breeze,
ready to be plucked
gently,
and devoured
rapturously
by you,
and
me.

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