Our Flirtations

by Ellen Gwin

Rouge my cheeks with the incessant sun
Make me blush beneath the heat
Of the unrelenting rays
So that I awaken feeling warm
As I rise for the day.

Make my lips beg stumble over 
These strawberry jam hues
While they tremble with giggles,
Filled with light-hearted longing
To feel the effects
Of your temperament too.

Thaw the marrow in my bones
And turn my head with the
Clement air of your summery beam.
No clouds in the cerulean sky to block
Intent direction— clear as day.

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