The sun is hot.
It brands fifty songs into her head
and threatens to melt her heart.
She muses.
Her muse,
Her replies.
She flirts with the tangles of true love and distraction,
Waiting.
Waiting with curiosity
impatience
Waiting for trust
and a happy ending.
After the light fades she will still be crazy.
Smarter and full of muse,
her replies wed to his.
A genuine girl on the go,
she sees 32% of them through bug-eyed sunglasses
and 100% of them through the filter of dreams.
Bubbles rise to the surface in the pond of great mysteries.
Two bathers marvel in the fizzy water,
100% reverent,
100% submerged in one another's secrets.
There are no secrets.
Distracted, fascinated,
they stand married by God and the sun in their hair.
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