Synastry: The Meeting


He appears
like a euphoric ultramarine ocean wave
come to awaken your cynical soul. 
Like lustrous sapphire river rapids 
in dreamy eyes. 
Like sheer understanding 
as they lock with yours. 
Working up a summer sweat 
for the attention of whoever happens to be 
the luckiest person in the room, 
His blithesome nature 
blinds him 
to the fact that you’re 
fidgeting with impatience 
craving the shower of his affection.
An infectious crystalline smile.
A boyish innocence 
tempting you to show him a world of sins.
The sunniest shade of cobalt 
and comfort and 
gentle velvet hands with 
shimmering suggestive fingers. 
Crafty humor you only find in the essence of 
a true entertainer,
leaving you at a loss for words 
because all you can do is 
giggle irrepressibly
as your cheeks burn scarlet 
and your eyes gleam green.


She appears
like the blazing summer 
you anticipate all year.
Like the roaring bonfire 
you’re tempted to touch.
Like the perfectly chiseled amber masterpiece 
you can’t take your eyes off.
Exuding her golden aura, 
her smile is 
a bite into the sweetest clementine
bursting 
with incandescent citrus sunbeams,
dripping
with honeycomb audacity
as you salivate at the sight.
A saccharine tease
awakening your deadened curiosity 
with her illumination.
She dares you to ask
how is it that she leaves so many with 
a sour aftertaste
while others say she goes down smoother than heaven
and hotter than hell?
She is unabashed confidence in the form of 
a nasty pill for the weak 
or a caramel cream drizzle 
for those who know how to handle
a woman of her charm.


A love story inspired by The Zodiaco Collection by feminist poet, Brooke Solis

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