Hot-Headed

Admiring a hot-headed summergirl
through my oceanwoman eyes
She floats on the surface,
all fragments of dappled sinlight, sunlust,
clever as a blade.
She severs my sanity
from the tenuous cords of normalcy.
My colors bleed into each other.

I will not realize
this dream
for another ten years.

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