Somebody’s Youngest Son

I wish I could kiss you
violently,
your sassy tongue
finally
rendered speechless,
the torrential
summer rains
bring on
dark, hazy afternoons
and
humid frustration,
a monsoon of
mixed up feelings
thrashing and bending
my will to their own.

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